Psalm 139 Revisited Poem by James Tipp

The scan sped down the lines
Jumbled into a million electronic signals
It emerged on the printer as a baby
For the first time mother sees her child
Passed to father, grandfather, grandmother
All have the unseen image our technology brings
We have discovered another God like quality.
To be known in the womb in the hidden places.
Yet is this in the psalmist mind, to be known.
To be seen is not to be known as in the mind of God
We may see the knitting together, know its process
But we have only an image of our human nature
The image of the one who will grow and become.
It is the becoming that God knows, the personality
The soul within the thoughts that will emerge.
Like a mothers womb you encase my being
Offer protection and guidance in all that lies ahead.
You have promised me your spirit as a guide and mentor.
To hide is an impossibility, for you are life itself.
In all this knowledge there comes for me a paradox
Those who say they do not know you, are given equal value
I hate them but you do not act in the ways I would
Are there faults within me, do I fail to follow correctly?
My desire is to be your servant, for you to lead me.