The wicked man’s mind runs glad

With evil thoughts and he can’t sleep.

His heart tramps from wrong to wrong

In a dim parade, full of all the wrong fears.

He wonders why he would let this glamour go

Once he got it started. He spins traps

And hangs them in corners. Words tumble

Out of his mouth like black spiders.

He tells himself he’ll stand

Infinity on edge and flick it so it spins.

 

But there is another wisdom and no one

Has found the end of it. God’s love.

You can’t shake it. It is as solid

As a mountain and doesn’t rattle.

The clouds are not higher

Than the measure of God's love,

Nor the stars, nor the farthest

Flung distant folly of hope.

 

We can hide in it, feast on it,

Drink it in, dare gale darlings

Fledged under bright wings.

It is free for the taking every morning

As much as hand can hold or heart gather.

It is a light strung between stars in long lines,

Wide and white against the blank dark.

 

God, keep me in the slow lathe of your love.

Make my soul’s bones hone and spin.

Lift me up but lay low

And unlace every evil plan.

 

The wicked man&rsquo;s mind runs glad
With evil thoughts and he can&rsquo;t sleep.
His heart tramps from wrong to wrong
In a dim parade, full of all the wrong fears.
He wonders why he would let this glamour go
Once he got it started. He spins traps
And hangs them in corners. Words tumble
Out of his mouth like black spiders.
He tells himself he&rsquo;ll stand
Infinity on edge and flick it so it spins.
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But there is another wisdom and no one
Has found the end of it. God&rsquo;s love.
You can&rsquo;t shake it. It is as solid
As a mountain and doesn&rsquo;t rattle.
The clouds are not higher
Than the measure of God's love,
Nor the stars, nor the farthest
Flung distant folly of hope.
&nbsp;
We can hide in it, feast on it,
Drink it in, dare gale darlings
Fledged under bright wings.
It is free for the taking every morning
As much as hand can hold or heart gather.
It is a light strung between stars in long lines,
Wide and white against the blank dark.
&nbsp;
God, keep me in the slow lathe of your love.
Make my soul&rsquo;s bones hone and spin.
Lift me up but lay low
And unlace every evil plan.
&nbsp;

Listen to creative renditions of the Psalms.

Listen to creative renditions of the Psalms.

The Darkling Psalter

The Psalms were written to be sung, prayed, and heard. The Darkling Psalter presents original poetic reimaginings of the biblical Psalms by Andy Patton. These are not translations or paraphrases, but companion poems that seek to capture the movement, imagery, emotion, and theology of each psalm in fresh poetic language.

Each episode invites listeners to hear one of Scripture's oldest songs through a contemporary poetic imagination, offering a fresh way into lament, praise, confession, longing, and hope.

The Psalms were written to be sung, prayed, and heard. The Darkling Psalter presents original poetic reimaginings of the biblical Psalms by Andy Patton. These are not translations or paraphrases, but companion poems that seek to capture the movement, imagery, emotion, and theology of each psalm in fresh poetic language.
Each episode invites listeners to hear one of Scripture's oldest songs through a contemporary poetic imagination, offering a fresh way into lament, praise, confession, longing, and hope.

Psalm 36—The clouds are not higher than the measure of God's love, nor the stars, nor the farthest flung distant folly of hope.

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