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the wilderness

      She breathes beauty

      Calls forth birdsong

      And embraces all living things

      Who dares pollute her body

      Ravage her beauty

      Defile her heart

      And scar her eternal face?

      She provides a place for us

      Unto the millennia

      She blesses us

      With breeze and crystal waters

      And blossoming trees

      That give us everything we need to thrive

      Who is this Gaia

      This mother of all

      This presence among us?

      How do we thank her?

      How do we respond in grace?

      Psalm Twenty–five

      1 Unto thee, O God, do I lift up my soul.2 O my God, in thee have I trusted,Let me not be put to shame;Let not mine enemies triumph over me.3 Yea, none that wait for thee shall be put to shame:They shall be put to shame that deal treacherously without cause.4 Show me thy ways, O God;Teach me thy paths.5 Guide me in thy truth, and teach me;For thou art the God of my salvation;For thee do I wait all the day.6 Remember, O God, thy tender mercies and thy loving kindness;For they have been ever of old.7 Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions:According to thy loving kindness remember thou me,For thy goodness’ sake, O God.8 Good and upright is God:Therefore will he instruct sinners in the way.9 The meek will he guide in justice;And the meek will he teach his way.10 All the paths of God are loving kindness and truth Unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.11 For thy name’s sake, O God,Pardon mine iniquity, for it is great.12 What man is he that feareth God?Him shall he instruct in the way that he shall choose.13 His soul shall dwell at ease;And his seed shall inherit the land.14 The friendship of God is with them that fear him;And he will show them his covenant.15 Mine eyes are ever toward God;For he will pluck my feet out of the net.16 Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me;For I am desolate and afflicted.17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged:Oh bring thou me out of my distresses.18 Consider mine affliction and my travail;And forgive all my sins.19 Consider mine enemies, for they are many;And they hate me with cruel hatred.20 Oh keep my soul, and deliver me:Let me not be put to shame, for I take refuge in thee.21 Let integrity and uprightness preserve me,For I wait for thee.22 Redeem Israel, O God,Out of all his troubles.

      I pray to the Lord to lift my soul

      But first

      Let me hunt down terrorists

      I know they’re there

      With scarves around their faces

      Bombs in their backpacks

      And languages that make no sense

      Except to them

      I pray that former slaves

      And heretics

      Unhappy as hell

      Move back to where they came from

      And leave us alone

      To own the earth

      And possibly the sky

      Show me the way, O Lord.

      Teach me to be cunning

      Like feral cats

      And cottonmouths

      Save me

      From drinking too much

      Driving too fast

      Using too many drugs

      And four-letter words

      Lead me in truth, O Lord

      And I will destroy your enemies

      Bombs over Tokyo

      Hurray

      Good and upright is the Lord

      He will teach the radicals

      The way, the light and the truth

      Or fair warning

      they will be extinguished on the spot

      The meek will he guide in judgment

      The submissive will he teach his way

      That would be us

      Blind obedience

      Our souls shall dwell at ease

      Our seed shall inherit the earth

      Yes, Ma’am

      Psalm Twenty–six

      1 Judge me, O God, for I have walked in mine integrity:I have trusted also in God without wavering.2 Examine me, O God, and prove me;Try my heart and my mind.3 For thy loving kindness is before mine eyes;And I have walked in thy truth.4 I have not sat with men of falsehood;Neither will I go in with dissemblers.5 I hate the assembly of evil-doers,And will not sit with the wicked.6 I will wash my hands in innocency:So will I compass thine altar, O God;7 That I may make the voice of thanksgiving to be heard,And tell of all thy wondrous works.8 God, I love the habitation of thy house,And the place where thy glory dwelleth.9 Gather not my soul with sinners,Nor my life with men of blood;10 In whose hands is wickedness,And their right hand is full of bribes.11 But as for me, I will walk in mine integrity:Redeem me, and be merciful unto me.12 My foot standeth in an even place:In the congregations will I bless God.

      Who judges me?

      By whose standards?

      Based on what?

      I seem attracted to fools

      And dissemblers

      Otherwise known as phony baloneys

      Is that because I’m bored

      Or need to feel superior?

      Why do I not concentrate

      On light instead

      And beautiful women

      Both on and off screen

      What about classical jazz?

      Do I know what I’m talking about?

      And politicians

      Who are honest and sincere

      A contradiction in terms

      Putting myself aside

      If that’s possible

      I’m glad to be here

      Present and accounted for

      Waiting on someone

      To rescue me

      Maybe even from myself

      My hope is in the Lord

      Psalm Twenty–seven

      1 God is my light and my salvation;Whom shall I fear?God is the strength of my life;Of whom shall I be afraid?2 When evil-doers came upon me to eat up my flesh,Even mine adversaries and my foes, they stumbled and fell.3 Though a host should encamp against me,My heart shall not fear:Though war should rise against me,Even then will I be confident.4 One thing have I asked of God, that will I seek after:That I may dwell in the house of God all the days of my life,To behold the beauty of God,And to inquire in his temple.5 For in the day of trouble he will keep me secretly in his pavilion:In the covert of his tabernacle will he hide me;He will lift me up upon a rock.6 And now shall my head be lifted up above mine enemies Round about me;And I will offer in his tabernacle sacrifices

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