“Landscape at
Chaponval”
Camille Pissarro

O Lord bless my soul
Remove the blight
That casts a shadow
Over the purest white
Linen of a spring lamb.

O Light gaze anew
Dissolve the tepid
Frivolous dark nature
Of temporary forgetfulness to
Renew yet again.

O Love blossom
Make my heart alive, refreshed
Fruitfully stamped
With virtuous approval
My hand in Yours.

O watch my steps
The straightest path
Bypassing distraction
And fixing my eyes
On righteous horizon.

O Lord hear me
My muffled cries
A lamb far off bleating, awaiting…
The Shepherd hears
Yes, He hears and He smiles.

(c) 2014 Rick Stassi