Our Days Are Like Grass

The wind passes over us
as it does over a flower in a field,
and we’re gone.
Even the place doesn’t remember.
But you, you were there…

And when we sat in a window,
watching the late snow
as dusk settled around us,
a cold weight in a dark room,
and making the road dark,
you were there.

The light of night
that was like deer eyes
from the swale along the road
was your eye seeing us pass.

–from Psalm 103

Note from the author: Whenever my wife and I visit Saint John’s University, we always try to pray the Psalms with the monks.

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