Selah

Suggested Reading: Psalm 24

After all this time,
we still don’t know what it means.
Maybe even the ancients were unsure
as it sprang from their lips to the page.

It might mean stop and listen —
a pause, a moment of contemplation
as we weigh and measure what has just occurred.
The paragraph ends, preparing us for a new beginning.

Or it could be a fortissimo —
the call for a crash of cymbals,
a lifting up of voices, a command for exaltation.
Untranslatable anticipation innately understood.

I watch the December sunset.
The day dies so early at the close of the year,
but beautifully — a pink sky streaked with gold.
A new pink sky will come in the morning.

I catch my breath in timeless wonder.

Selah.