David the King by Patrick T. Reardon

I sing the psalms of the

Savior to come and of

the God who made the

world in seven days.

I know my sin. I know

the emptiness. I get

glimpses through a break

in the clouds. I sing and

I rise with the sounds to

the clouds, to the sky, to

the heavens, to heaven, to

God. I praise God because

what else can I do? I praise

God out of my blindness. I

reach, stretch, to touch

the fabric of his cloak, the

warp and woof of every thing.

Patrick T. Reardon, a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee, has authored ten books, including the poetry collections Requiem for David (Silver Birch), Darkness on the Face of the Deep (Kelsay) and The Lost Tribes (Grey Book). Forthcoming is his memoir in prose poems Puddin’: The Autobiography of a Baby (Third World). His website is patricktreardon.com.