Roy Herndon Smith
Together, we lie
down in green pastures; we rest
beside still waters;
we find our ways through
the valley of shadows of
suffering and death.
Evil afflicts us;
fear floods over us; we
attack each other.
We prepare a feast
for each other, we anoint
each others’ bodies.
We weep and we laugh;
our cups overflow; we dwell
for all of our lives
in the homes and hells,
the fields of blood and flowers,
we make together.
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