Psalm 23 Calibrated
To The Iambic Rhythm of the Heart
O Lord to you I run and bleat and stop To kiss your rod. And tenderly you stoop To me and hold back all my fears. You lead me on to taste of mead and milk And guide my wayward mouth and mind. Though I wander down to darkest roots of Hell Your rod and staff pursue me there as well. You feed me milk and meat before my foes And oil you rub on me from head to toes Till healed by kindness I incline to You forever.
First Published: St. Katherine Review 2017
