Clothed With Flocks: Psalm 65

Clothed with Flocks: Psalm 65

art and symphony in harvest

Perhaps too much to take in
The glories of your art
The things that grow and flourish so
The tokens of your heart.
The rains you send refreshing
The warm sun brings the yield
And happy I, to happen by
Your thrilling brook or field.
Your paths all hint a "fatness"
A bounty from above
The valleys sing and hillsides ring
Exuberant in your love.
And may these eyes remember
When shadows threaten ill
Just as those flocks a-grazing
I am your canvas still.


Posted by Doug Blair at 2