The Earth is my Mother.
I shall not want.
Her hand brings forth the green pastures.
She tarries within the still waters.
She leads me in fields of fruitfulness for my Glory.
Yea, as I walk through the summer of life unto death,
I will not be afraid, for You are with me.
Your womb in the earth will enfold me.
You prepare a harvest before me and bless my home with children.
You fill me with milk and honey.
My cup overflows.
Surely, goodness and beauty will nurture me all the days of my life,
and I will become part of the earth forever.
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Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteShe is beautiful... both up close and from a distance!
ReplyDeleteWell, this one struck a chord. I heard the 23rd Psalm read at my father's funeral 50 years ago. Since then I've reworded it many times --all good divisions with remainders of mystery. Yours is good guess too. My compliments on your excellent blog.
ReplyDeleteGeo.