The Ecumenical Psalm

The Ecumenical Psalm short poem

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O Father Elohim, King Christ, beneficent Allah,
Be thou the Magnificence of the hearts and souls of men!
May thy deity abide with humans, and may thy works
Forever be blessed.
We, thy children, strive to enter thy house
And live in the grace of thy Kingdom.
Let all of us be one, as thou art one,
Worship thee; love thee and thy inspired prophets.
Bless our outstretched hands toward each other,
That we could have joy in service of our unification,
That we one day will be one
And behold thy face in the eternity of thy divine love!

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Daniel Brick

Your opening line which is inspired by a sense of the unity at the heart of three world religions – Judaism, Christianity, Islam – is forcefully and sincerely expressed. And that invocation imbues the whole poem as your words reveal a comprehensive grasp of the divine within the human. Your poem is written in simple language which is also exalted. SIMPLE – EXALTED. That is the power of religious faith. You don’t have to strive for poetic eloquence because it is already implicit in the religious fervor. I admire the way in which you wrote in a self-effacing way so that not you, but your message came through with such clear persuasion. All three religions revere GENESIS as a foundational text of revelation and Abraham as the one chosen carry it to humanity,
After each of God’s many meetings with Abraham over the decades, he builds a small mound of rocks to commemorate God’s appearance, a tiny mountain on the site of a larger one. Your poem is in the tradition of Abraham’s small altars.
(I am keeping your poem as a prayer to use in my own spiritual life.)


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