Psalm of My Own

God makes no promise

but that of love.

He says,

Reside in the V of my arms

like a bird's nest

      in branches. 

Firmly, I will hold you;

strong storms and wind through.

Love makes no promise

but that of itself.

She says,

Trust your heart and let me shine

like a wave of light

through dark forests:

Make peace with yourself

and make peace with others,

for you’ll need acceptance in your eyes

when you meet us.

(From the book Selected Poems 2004-2007)