I sit daily with the book of Your words
holy utterance
divine revelation
learning of You
as I sit longer, press harder
jots and tittles
Masorete markings
each stroke unlocks and opens
secret passages ways
I’m drawn in
drawn near
throne room ahead
As I travel toward You
I hear a low-pitch rumble
a husky whisper
just beyond my ambit
entering the text
the rumble becomes
a murmur
the murmur vibrates within me
Pressing harder
nearer and nearer
the murmur takes on contour
jots and tittles become words
become construct chains,
become verbal nouns
prefixes and suffixes afix to verbs
meaning emerges
actions, pictures
the murmur becomes a chant
tens of thousands of voices
potent unison
robust truth rolling over me
I see them now
Sages reciting the scriptures
under their breath
remembering
the Ancients, praying Your promises
over the sick
over the wed
over the children
over the dead
these murmurs, Your utterance
these voices float toward Your throne
so much incense, wafting upward
toward Your heart
Your heart’s murmur
our hearts’ murmur
thus, our hearts can beat in unison.
MaryBeth Mullin
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