A Psalm of Remembrance

This psalm was written for our Open Table service for All Saints Day, 1st November 2020, by community member Zach Ford

How shall I plumb the Lord’s memory,
I that am fleeting as the dew of morning?
How shall I acclaim their compassion?
For you remember your people.
When they wander pleading in the wilderness,
When they are cast low beneath the earth,
You do not forget them.
By your hand the nations are shaken,
Their foundation is as the dust of your hair.
The Lord’s people dance in the earthquake,
Their voice rises up with the hurricane.
For you have cast their chains into cymbals.
The dungeons are remade as a garden,
A bower of refuge for the weak.
And all who pass by shall say,
’Who are these, that we do not know?
Who can tell us their names?’
We will tell you.
We will speak without fear, though we tremble,
For we are those whom the Lord has remembered,
Who have touched the glory of unending love.
And there is no limit to the Lord’s memory.
It traces your every atom from end to end of Time,
Every one the more beloved,
Because what they make is you.