POETRY

Psalm 23 in the Age of the Corona

March 28, 2020

yea, though I walk through valleys

of sorrow​​ and disappointment and

the paths of despair and loneliness

that lead ever more deeply into

places through which I have never ​​ passed before

and the valleys become ravines

in which I find little light with which to

grow the seeds of hope that I carry

in my soul, I vow to not lose them

or to plant them where they have

no chance to grow and flower but to

keep searching for that spot still

awaiting them, still holding the​​ 

promise of life

and as I walk these rocky paths

alone without even the embrace

of others that I care for or who

care for me, ​​ I will do what I can

tossing aside the stones that block

the way of others, cutting down

the brambles that may scratch and

cut those following behind

making a way through, no, becoming the path

widening the way so that some day

there will be light where there has always been

love.

 

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