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Quare Fremuerunt Gentes: A reflection on psalm 2

Back to the fountain where those waters spill
That christened you as his belovèd child

Continuing with my new poetry sequence,corona, A Crown For David, and for David’s Son, which I am weaving in response to the psalms, I come to the second psalm Quare Fremuerunt Gentes?  as it is titled in the Psalter of the Book of Common Prayer, my own devotional and the source text for this whole endeavour. That psalm opens with the question: “Why do the heathen so furiously rage together: and why do the people imagine a vain thing?’ and it goes on to contrast that raging with the beauty and mercy of the true king of the nations: ‘Yet have I set my King: upon my holy hill of Sion.’

My poems are neither a new translation of the psalms nor a learned commentary, but rather a contemporary prayer journal, an account of what it is like to read and pray through these ancient words now and let them speak into our own condition. Meditating on this psalm it seemed to me that whereas it once spoke into the conflicts of ancient Israel, now it speaks into the fury and rage of the call-out culture on social media, the horrible persecution of innocent people by the trolls and the haters, and that is where the poem took me. So this poem goes out particularly to those who have suffered at the hands of ‘the hunters and the haters who hold say/in raging twitter storms’ and I hope my poem might mediate some of the psalmist’s steady confidence into their souls and mine. The final images are drawn from Dante: from that moment at the end of the Purgatorio when he steps through the raging fire and back into the garden and its cleansing waters, and from that moment, later in the Paradiso where he learns from Beatrice that ‘in his will is our peace’.

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II Quare Fremuerunt Gentes

 

Then let the chaff of life just blow away

The cynic scoffer and the evil troll,

The hunters and the haters who hold sway

 

In raging twitter storms, the ones who scroll

Through hate- and hit-lists in their tiny rage,

Are dust upon the mirror of your soul.

 

Blow them away, the idols of this age,

And let their fury settle in the mire.

Uncap your pen and open a clean page

 

For now the Lord will give you your desire

And set you high upon his holy hill.

He draws you to the garden through the fire

 

Back to the fountain where those waters spill

That christened you as his belovèd child

That you may find your peace in his good will.

 

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