AN ODE TO PSALM 23

 

The world's backstage lined

by curtains of thick garb and adorned

with dark colors of trepidation

The last place I want to be is within 

the four corners of that backstage

It makes its bed with gigantic loads of dread

Should I lie there? 

When I am being laid in greener pastures. 

This spins my head and makes me want to 

gladly accept my fate, that I have to worry in all things

Amnesia in a carefree life but keen when it comes to worry

Patiently it paints pictures that worrying restores the soul

Those pictures attenuate

Though it seems like reality

But it can never bring clarity

All it does is make me a different person at night

The Invincible shepherd, for he is  personal to all

Sometimes it feels hard to relate to him

Instead, we trust the ones we see

Nevertheless, he only understands the most

For he holds the rod and the staff. 

He destroys the reality of evil,

and also kills the fear of evil in us

He becomes the host 

We become the guests 

Why won't we eat amid evil

For he prepares a table not in haste but carefully

This food is peace, for all we eat is peace 

Then we become wells of peace that never runs dry. 

Let's replace worry with this consciousness

All it takes is a premeditation in our minds

A new day has been planned on the previous day

And each day has benefits, with no disadvantages