• Victoria Monet

A Poem of Praise on Psalm 1:1–3

Updated: 6 days ago

Your goodness runs like a

River through our bodies—

Refreshing dry throats,

Quenching parched bones,

Nourishing us down to our toes.


White waterfalls of mercy pour with gentle violence,

Streams strengthen our souls

Mists of grace land upon our cheeks.


You flow beside us and in us and around us,

Deepening and widening our roots

As you move.


Whispering truths,

You guide flowers to bloom,

Form fruit in their time,

Sweeten the crop in its season.



"Blessed is the one

who does not walk in step with the

wicked

or stands in the way that sinners take

or sit in the company of mockers,

but whose delight is in the law of the

LORD,

and who meditates on his law day and

night.

That person is like a tree planted by

streams of water,

which yields its fruit in season

and whose leaf does not wither—

whatever they do prospers."

– Psalm 1:1–3 (NIV)

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