Psalm 23 Calibrated

To The Iambic Rhythm of the Heart

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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