Psalms 1: Putting the cries of my heart into words

I have always loved the Psalms. As a reflective person who things in metaphors, I find that this book speaks the language of my soul. Since high school, I have wanted to write my own religious poetry as a reflection of the Psalms. In this time of morning, I begin.

Note: The Psalms are an inspired book of God, these poems, while inspired by the poetry in the Bible, do not hold the same significance in even the slightest.

HIS Words

Psalm 1

1 Blessed is the one
    who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
    or sit in the company of mockers,
2 but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
    and who meditates on his law day and night.
3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
    which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
    whatever they do prospers.

4 Not so the wicked!
    They are like chaff
    that the wind blows away.
5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
    nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

6 For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
    but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.

My Words

Reflections, glory 

Souls, righteousness

Those avoiding evil

Pure words flow

Open mind, God's Words

Delightful following, God's Laws

Firm in the strong winds

Productive yields from deep within

Wicked flung across the barren land

Cast in sorrow away from love