Psalm 1

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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