The Righteous by the River

Blessed be the one who turns from wicked men and darker ways, who stands not

in the path of sin nor mocks with fools in idle days.

His heart is set upon the word, he hums its truth in moonlight

hours. By dawn, he seeks the Lord again, for wisdom blooms

like morning flowers. By the river, he is planted, roots go deep and branches soar.

Fruit will rise in season's timing, leaves shall wither nevermore. But the wicked

blow like ashes on the wild and wandering shore. He

walks the ancient holy path, where quiet streams in sunlight play. The blessings of