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Sabbath Psalm (“In the Hearts of the Small,” from Seth Davey’s album Kingdom Rising)

Right here 
Right now 
Even in the chaos 
Even through the conflict Love is a calm wind 
From God 
Breathed out 
Sweeping through the crevices 
Sowing in the barrenness a garden 
I know some have said that 'God is dead' 
But is that the word that still resounds? 
We don't claim a little seed is lost When it's rising underground 

It's still a sacred scroll even with pages torn 
It's still a blooming rose even when crowned with thorns 
It's still a masterpiece even with fraying strands 
It's still the touch of God even through calloused hands 

Is faith just a sigh that we heave in resistance? 
The cry of a soul in a soulless existence? 
Is hope just an opioid dulling the sadness? 
And heaven a dream we construct in our madness? 
Oh the thundrings of Marx and the lightnings of Freud! 
Oh the hurricane winds Nietzsche hurled in the void! 
But I've heard not a word through their stormy defiance 
Like the whisper of God that I hear in the silence 

Amen
The Kingdom of Heaven come down 
Rising in the hearts of small men

 

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