“Psalm 16”

Protect me, God, my chosen hiding place!
As I have said, you are my only good,
And all my joy is in your holy ones
Whose lives show forth your glory in the land—
But those who leave the truth for other gods
Shall surely always see their sorrows grow,
So I will make no offerings to them,
Nor shall I even speak their names aloud.

Lord, you in grace have given me a share
Within your kingdom and among your folk,
And even welcomed me within your house;
Your will and law securely hold my cause,
And you assigned a pleasant place to me.
I praise you, Lord, for showing me your way;
Even at night my heart repeats your words,
And while you always stand at my right hand,
Nothing can move me or shall make me fall.

Even my flesh is safe within your care;
You will not let me slip out from your hand
To fall into the silence of the grave,
Nor suffer rot to touch your Righteous One,
And so my heart and tongue rejoice with praise.
For you will show the road of life to me,
The path to meet you, where is utmost joy,
And grant me pleasure for uncounted days.

A Summer Day (Eduardo Leon Garrido)

This poem is the sixteenth in my series of verse paraphrases of the Psalms. I began this project in 2012, starting with the first Psalm, and have worked on one Psalm at a time; I began this poem soon after finishing my setting of Psalm 15, back in February, but didn’t finish it until earlier this month.

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“Crickhollow Revisited”

Once, many years ago, a gifted poet
Placed into the mouths of simple folk
A happy verse in praise of “Water Hot,”
Rejoicing in the pleasure of a bath.
And I, from time to time, have felt the same.
But “pleasant heat” is only felt by contrast,
So when I must step out from the steam
Into the drier air beyond the tub,
The sudden chill—evaporation’s gift—
Is always such a shock that I forget
The pleasure of the warm humidity.

The idea for this verse-paragraph came to me last week. For some reason the few fragments I could remember of The Bath Song from The Fellowship of the Ring came to mind. I had intended to add more to this, but found my only thoughts going in directions that didn’t fit with the above, so I decided to let it stand. But perhaps a poem prompted by another hobbit-song will be forthcoming; we’ll see.

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