Psalm

He sat down to fashion

A new-found expression;

With all his passion,

And no further digression.

The night air was calm,

With little breeze;

Composing a religious psalm,

With relative ease.

Creativity was expelled,

Negativity was repelled,

Bitterness dispelled,

Till the only feeling left;

In his hands so deft,

Was that of comforting peace,

Which each successive line did increase.

No conception could compare,

To the wind in his hair;

Erasing every ounce of despair.

With honest heart he did declare:

“The greatest feeling every expressed

Was the comfort within his chest”. 

Composed By: Andrew Drucker