Psalm 113, revisited

 

retold by Deborah Beach Giordano
September 5, 2016

Give praise, O God’s wise servants;
praise to the One who gives us life.

God is with us, now and forever:
in the earliest flecks of the dawn
and the obsidian recesses of the night.
In all things, let us give thanks.

The Holy One is beyond
the slanders and slurs of parties and politics,
far from the thrashing and clashing
of cliques and clubs and classes.
God sees us, and knows us, and loves us.

The Eternal lifts up the lowly
and raises the forsaken from the ash heap,
that all may sit together: one people, one family
in which there is no separation or favoritism.

God’s goodness reaches to the farthest stars
and across the whole earth.

Give praise, O God’s wise servants!

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