Psalm 23 Poem by Cee Bea

Psalm 23



and there
is sits
psalm 23

it made its appearance
from a falling bible
and spilled the message contained
unseen by any
other than the hands that carried it for years

Now I look it, and leave my fate
to the hands that saw me bourn
surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me all the days

Sunday, November 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
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