Sunday, January 5, 2014

Twenty three

And so I will lay you down
In a field of gray grass,
Bending gracefully with the wind,
And shadowing a hidden, twisted path
That leads nowhere--
Or everywhere.
Back,
Forever back,
Until I stand again
At this place--
This field of fearful beauty.

I will lay you down,
Aching with weariness,
A hungering desire for
Your touch,
Your light,
Your laugh--
That is incandescent and
Pure,
And restores me--
And comforts me--
And feeds my soul.

I will lay you down
And weep,
And be made holy,
Sipping from a cup
That overflows with my grief.
But I will lay you down
And I will dwell forever
Sheltered only by the memory of you.




1 comment:

rabbijillz said...

Gorgeous. I like this better than the original psalm!