Christian poem 'The Library of the Soul (Your Own Psalm 23)' by Bryan Miles (Christart.com)

The Library of the Soul (Your Own Psalm 23)
by Bryan Miles

Watching the birds
Do their own special dance,
Chirping a song
From branch to branch;
The leaves sway slowly
In the softness of breeze,
The music of the wind
The waltz of the trees;
Sunlight kisses
The waters of the pond,
Ducks swirl and play
Near the ballet of a swan;
The cat-tail flow and flurry
Like a hand on piano keys,
Sitting in silence
Your heart falls to its knees;
A symphony of praise
Not every man can see,
Restoring the soul
Your own Psalm 23!

Homeless and cold
Scuffing down the street,
Your view from behind
The sadness of feet;
Cracks in the sidewalk
Seem to crawl on his hands,
The wrinkled of life
In the hour glass sands;
You catch him by the arm
And give him a treat,
Your paper bagged lunch
Something to eat;
You talk for a while
Sitting on the stairs,
He wraps around your heart
And he'll stay in your prayers;
He leadeth you down
The righteousness path,
Your own Psalm 23;
Where your soul takes a bath!

Alone at your desk
Meditating on your read,
The wisdom of God's word
Will lovingly lead;
Beside the still waters
And the green pasture's graze,
His rod and His staff
Brings peace to your days;
You bow your head in prayer
And speak to the Lord,
Communion with Christ
Can be every man's reward;
In your quiet time together
And the bending of your knee,
He will meet you where you are;
Your own Psalm 23...

This poem was a finalist in the January 2010 poetry contest

Please contact Bryan Miles at "2termiles@gmail.com" to request permission to use this poem.

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