Double Sonnet on Psalm 1

All day and night and all it does is stand
while water runs, those leaves will never fade
Its constancy the wind can’t drive away
The strong roots of my tree hold fast the land

Small scraps and coupons tumble down the walk
Grey dust is spreading blocking out the sun
Don't let the darkness fall—my works' not done
I listen, learn, rememb'ring not to talk

The herd is thinning out, each year a few
Some turn a corner and they slip from view.

You may have noticed nothing going on
My tree is busy growing to the clouds
Sometimes alone, sometimes amid the crowds
But constantly my tree is growing strong

The land is sailing, skies are standing still
The wheels of mem’ry go around again
The river running in my mind needs rain
The river never stops—it never will

The herd is thinning—every week a few
As I turn another slips from view.