The following chant is a reworking of a poem I first released in Psalter of the Birds. If you would like to hear this chant and participate in the workshop I wrote it for, click HERE to learn more about Teachings With Justin and sign up!
God who gave the pearl of great price
to my soul, your secret vault,
bring forth streams of tears from my eyes,
cleanse me of my secret faults.
My inner sea is filled with tempests,
spirits of the air and sea.
Demons crashing on the stone where
Judas is condemned to be.
May the psalter be my refuge,
isle of peace amidst the storm.
May the shepherd be my rescue,
leading to the waters calm.
May my mind be a clear pool,
shining in the summer sun.
May my heart glow as a jewel,
with my Lord I have begun
to still the tempests of my heart,
make peace with the wind and sea.
To bear the image of my God,
let her face be seen in me.
I am the crashing of the waves,
and the sea foam left behind.
I am the sailors’ fearful grave,
and the one who cannot die.
I am all that lives within me,
spirits of the sea and air.
I am every thought and feeling,
therefore, I will not despair.
I am wine transformed from sea foam.
I am thunder in the mist.
Lord, you are the eye of the storm,
gift of stillness in our midst.
May the scales fall from my eyes, Lord,
see the light which you have shown.
When I know you as you are, Lord
then I will be fully known.
Look at me now, I will not die,
from the eye of my inner storm.
May my gaze and your reply,
be the light from which I’m born.
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