Psalmist

                              A shepherd boy in a dark filled field,
                                             With light that only a fire doth yield,
                                             His friend the staff against one shoulder,
                                             He pulls his cloak tight,
                                             The night feels colder and colder.

                                             While his sheep rest
                                              He keeps watch through the night,
                                              Gazing upward to stars silvery and bright,

                                              To him it is simple,
                                               Faith in someone unseen,
                                               It is not superstition,
                                               Proven theory,
                                              Manipulation,
                                              Or some dream,
                                              Rather it is what he knows in his heart,
                                              Deep down we all know the source of the
                                              Universe art.

                                              He ponders with great pleasure
                                              The artists fine skill,
                                              He whispers a prayer,
                                              And his life is so filled. 

                                              This is no magic pill for what ails of aches,
                                              Nor a ticket to make you powerful and great.
                                               In the world today,
                                              Where time needs to catch up,
                                               In this world so locked in temporary pleasures,
                                              Faith is never enough.

                                              Think not only of today,
                                              Think of what selfish tomorrows will bring,
                                             Remember the psalmist and the song he doth sing.
                             

                                                                                             Written by: EJ Norris