Beckett: Poetry – No. 1687, A Tree on A River

A limerick based on Psalm 1.

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Plant me like a tree on the river,
lest my fruit begin to wither.
     Upon Your Word I meditate,
     that I might walk in Your way
even if my faith should quiver.

Let me not walk as the wicked,
even when in sin I'm afflicted,
     nor as those who mock
     my faith at which they gawk,
for to sin we're all addicted.

Unlike a tree, their roots are trimmed,
tossed as futile leaves in the wind.
     Yet in Your judgement I can stand,
     for my pardoning is Christ's command,
my voice to sing every hymn.