Songs Of The Heart: The Psalms' Embrace Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In ancient scrolls where whispers dwell,
A tapestry of heart's farewell,
The Book of Psalms, a sacred song,
Where echoes of the soul belong.

From mountain heights to valleys deep,
In joyous praise or sorrowed weep,
A symphony of voices rise,
In worship bold, beneath the skies.

A shepherd's heart, a warrior's cry,
In faith they lift their eyes on high,
'Create in me a heart anew, '
In every breath, the spirit's hue.

With tender grace, the Lord's embrace,
In darkest nights, we find our place,
For every tear, a promised dawn,
In trust, like flowers, we lean on.

The woes of life, the trials faced,
In every line, His love is traced,
The righteous path, the wicked's fate,
In timeless words, we contemplate.

'Be still, and know, ' the silence speaks,
In whispered truths the spirit seeks,
From desperation to delight,
A candle's flame in darkest night.

Through songs of joy and deep lament,
Each phrase, a journey, a testament,
From David's harp to choirs of light,
In every heart, a flicker bright.

So, let us turn the pages slow,
Infused with hope, where grace will flow,
For in these verses, souls are found,
In Psalms, the sacred whispers sound.