Rendition of Psalm 15
Lord, who can journey with you? Who can find their home On your holy mountain? The one whose walk and work are blameless, Whose rest sings the seventh sunrise, Whose days bloom goodness, And whose heart is kernel crushed, Chaff blown, and light As deep heaven’s snowflake bread. Their tongues do no violence; Nor do they hoard hate To cast out in wide arcs Like seed on whomever is around. They judge without blame. They suffer love with great hearts And are glad of it. They give themselves away But can’t be bought. They promise more Than there is to give. They give more Than it takes to live. They lose and love More than they thought they could. It was good. It was good. It was good.
