Posted By Lancelot Schaubert on Feb 2, 2017 |

Congrats to the man
in stride not with wicked cautions
standing on sinful roads
or sitting on the mocker’s chair
But his pleasure’s fed from the Lord’s law
By sunlight, by moonlight he revolves
on your spindle, your rod, your standard
He towers as a tree rooted by streams
blooming in season
never to wither
leaves evergreen, for all he touches blossoms.
Not so the evil!
They are as chaff, dust, paint chips
Wisped in winter’s bitter wind
The wicked can’t stand in the judgment
Nor can sinners arise
In the path proved right by time alone
The Lord guards that route
The right way
As the wrong way fades away.
Author: Lancelot Schaubert
Lancelot Schaubert has sold his written work to markets like The New Haven Review, McSweeney’s, The Poet’s Market, Writer’s Digest (magazine and books), Poker Pro, Encounter, The Misty Review, Carnival, Brink, and many other similar markets. He reinvented the photonovel through Cold Brewed and was commissioned by the Missouri Tourism Board to create a second photonovel — The Joplin Undercurrent — that both fictionalizes and enchants the history and culture of Joplin, Missouri. His work terraforms new worlds, tears the veil between the natural and supernatural, and jests with the paradoxes of classical metaphysics. When he’s not writing (or tinkering with cinema-ish narrative), he’s dabbling in dozens of different books, listening to people tell their life stories, camping, fishing, exploring unfamiliar territory (there’s a lot in New York), tinkering with new languages (Spanish, currently), exploring random disciplines like chemical engineering, as well as messing around with improv comedy (at UCB) and leisure de main and music. PLEASE SEND SOUP — he loves soup. Yes, even if it’s summer. Find him in Brooklyn, New York with his wife, Tara, and their attack spaniel, Echo.
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