Why Are You Cast Down, O My Soul?
To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah.
As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember,
as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
a multitude keeping festival.
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.
My soul is cast down within me;
therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
from Mount Mizar.
The fallow deer and the rabbit posed
for all the world like Bambi and Thumper
and gazed as the Brownie House came to life
as girls yawned, stretched
and tumbled out of bed
pausing midst their chores
of getting ready for the day
and setting up breakfast
to marvel at the wonder
of God's beautiful creation
An insight into the peace and the calm
that God wills for all creation
And that shared moment of awe
to be recovered and cherished
in moments less calm
and in days less carefree
That moment when we saw God
in the bunny and the fallow deer.
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