Tehillim* Poem

By: Gina G.
8th Grade. Age 13

When David Hamelech found times were bad
Or something happened that made him sad
Or something joyous filled his heart
Or something tore his holy land apart

To Hashem he would turn
For his love he would yearn
For calm, comfort, and support
Always the first and last resort

From his pen the words did flow
Deep as oceans, pure as snow
Bright as gold and soft as a breeze
Like flowing honey to the bees

And so his thoughts come to my mind
When peace and comfort I cannot find
When grandpa's lost or grandma's ill
The answer lies not in a simple pill

When it seems my hands are tethered
And my emotions tossed and weathered
Hope seems lost and skies seem dark
Life seems cold and without a spark

Just then Tehillim lights the way
And points me to a brighter day
Remind me not to despair
Because my burdens and joys Hashem does share