Another Version of Psalm 23
How can I be glad
when I hear you weeping?
You, who have been my Shepherd,
I want to dry your tears.
How I wish to allow you to lie down
instead of wondering if another shot will be fired.
I live in green pastures,
and I want to bring you to still waters.
You cry out, ‘I cannot breathe.’
Your lifeless body pulled from a vehicle after countless bullet wounds.
How do I help restore your Soul?
When can I go back to the path leading to you?
How can your name be heard without
a war breaking out?
Do I fear your death,
again, by those who say you are only
here to save those who would strike down
another in your Holy name?
I’ll set a table for you
in the company of those who would laugh at my words.
I hold your cup
and fill it until it overflows.
Goodness, kindness I give back to you.
You can return to your house
and open your door.
Then, and only then,
can I be glad.
Written under the wise tutelage of June Gould Ph.D.