Friday, June 6, 2008

Poem: Psalm 23

Psalm 23

David was right.
As he sat at his table
surrounded by enemies
in the midst of dark death
and utter hopelessness,

he did not despair
but wrote poetry,
verses of grace and love
and God's own presence
and in the process

renewed generations of hearts
even as he saved his own.


There are a lot of things that got me through the past few years of troubles, and one of the biggest was poetry - always an outlet for the heart. When reading Psalm 23, I came to understand that while David was probably writing to get his heart out, he was also helping others in their own paths to healing and hope, and so... this poem.

The picture is of a sunrise outside my front door. You can click on it to see a larger version.


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