IN THE SHADOWS...

In reading the 23rd Psalm, one day I finally understood “the valley of the shadow of death” is the place where we live on a daily basis. We live in “the valley of the shadow of death.”

Every day I wake-up and sleep at night is a day I overcome from within "the valley of the shadow of death."


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In the shadows, death lurks…
here today and gone tomorrow
an ever-changing set of perks and quirks.

The fellow who cut my hair is no longer here
but transferred to another plane in the universe.

The valley of the shadow of death is the interim...
a place of sorrow, the mundane,
where people move to and fro
as a pendulum on a Grandfather’s Clock

…where happiness is fleeting as ships crossing in the night

And shadows of yesterday are a thought away,
a place of mourning and regret,
or a place of reprieve from national debt.

Will I be remembered with fondness or contempt?
Fate is a place where no one is exempt.
The scorn of loved ones: dirge of discontent.

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Psalm 23