Of Psalm 1

I had a really great week – I watched Encanto twice, I had some great conversations, I enjoyed beautiful moments with students, ate some great pizza, I found a really good gluten free/dairy free/nut free/soy free recipe to share with all my allergy children and friends. I also read three more books on prayer.

My Goodreads list of books I’ve read on prayer in the past 18 months is at 43 now. I also had a really good conversation with my spiritual director about prioritising contemplative prayer as a habit. Based on that and the lack of major events this week, I’ll share my continued request for everything (including praising God for a decrease in leg spasms along with an increase in outside temperature) with this poem that I wrote which will eventually be paired with Givorgy’s photography in a special collection we’re working on.

Of Psalm 1

Blessed is the one

Where is my identity?

I am blessed

I do not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take

Where is my attention?

I look to you

My delight is in the law of the Lord

Where is my truth?

I meditate on you

I am a tree

With roots growing deep

With branches that are strong

planted by streams of water

A River that waters me

A River that changes me

which yields its fruit in season

After weathering storms

After giving of my life to grow

and whose leaf does not wither

There comes a reward

There comes a promise

whatever they do prospers

For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous

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