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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