My springtime conversation with Psalm 1.
Here’s my latest seasonal conversation with Psalm 1. You can listen to the audio of me reading this poem here. For other seasonal installments, you can read the autumn one here and the winter one at the bottom of this post. Feel free to read the real Psalm 1 before or after to get the most out of the experience.
Psalm 1
but in spring.
The way of the sinners
is vacant, the seat
of the scornful is empty.
The blessed man
walks along the river
(roaring with resurrection)
under neon trees,
and the white choke cherry
blossoms promise fruit
in due season as it fills the air
with fragrant prosperity.
The ungodly scatter at the scent
and tremble at the runoff
that foams from on high
and swells the banks.
But the Lord knows the way
of the common merganser,
who delights in and has long looked
for each swelling cubic foot.
