Psalm 1

By the waters, by the still waters, by the still smooth waters of the river,

I am reflected.

By the Tigris and Euphrates,

we wept for lost Israel,

the people we thought we were,

but were no longer.

Under the Mediterranean,

we learned to stomach prophecy,

to speak the words burnt into our lips.

The sea was not enough to force the breath from our lungs.

On Gennesaret,

We gazed upon true power,

and feared its gaze upon us.

Who is man that thou art mindful of him?

Now, by Jordan we see ourselves,

walking through the waters,

passing through our own reflections

to the one who sees us clearly.

Peace! Be still.

You and are fearfully and wonderfully made,

so that you might be a mirror

for light that shines in the darkness.

By the waters, by the still waters, by the still smooth waters of the river,

I am reflected

In God’s eyes.