valley of shadows

reflecting on Psalm 23

 

Stepping out along the valley

in the shadow of death

I swish my walking stick

 

I’ve walked this path already, many times

feinted at shadows,

whacked at weeds

 

with one hand, warded off gloomy, lurking things

with the other, put a feast on the table in spite of them

babe on hip and washing in the tub

in hardship and health

in laughter and grief

and laddered stockings.

 

 

Reaching fresh pastures, undaunted

I have a lie down

restore my soul

 

then paddle in the sun-thawed mountain stream

breathe in the green fronds smell

skim stones into the dark, clear pool

and dip my cup

 

drink deep

splashing in mercy and goodness

soaking in endless love

© Bronwyn Angela White 2008)—Wellington, New Zealand

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