Selah

Miss me? I'll bet you did (although you don't know me as you well know, I'm new to this title). But. While the poet takes a well-deserved vacation, I am taking over this blog for a time. So let's do this, okay?

This piece is one of those that straddles the mystic and romantic, as the poet turned inward during a relationship crisis in his life. The word "Selah" is a strange one, appearing in the Bible as a sort of musical direction for the recitation of psalms, but with some heavy baggage of its own.


I will pause now to listen
and hope that the plum coloured words
are still ripe and resonant
in the garden where I left them.

"Selah" replies the psalmist
and I am kissed by memory
and I am missing everything
and I must rest
if I am to be strong.

but I am not
for now, and sing madness.

"Selah" replies the psalmist
and I am kissed by memory
and I am missing everything
and I must rest
if I am to be reborn in your arms.



William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Oh, and for those who care, he is resting, comfortably. He will be fine, because that's what he does.

- EJ