The Path of the Righteous

Proverbs 4:14-15; 18-19; 26-27, ESV

Do not enter the path of the wicked,
And do not walk in the way of the evil.

Avoid it; do not go on it;

Turn away from it and pass on.

The path of the righteous 

Is like the light of dawn,

Which shines brighter and brighter

Until the full day.

The way of the wicked is like deep darkness;

They do not know over what they stumble.

Ponder the path of your feet;

Then all your ways will be sure.

The path of the righteous 

Is like the light of dawn,

Which shines brighter and brighter

Until the full day.

The path of the righteous 

Is like the light of dawn,

Which shines brighter and brighter

Until the full day.

Do not swerve to the right or to the left;

Turn your foot away from evil.

The path of the righteous 

Is like the light of dawn,

Which shines brighter and brighter.

It shines brighter and brighter.

It shines brighter and brighter

Until the full day.

[Scriptural verses assembled by David Acosta]

Directionless

He says he's on his way again,
And he knows you'll watch him go.

He says he's gonna change, but when?

He can't part with his shadow.

Hops on the carpet, takes a ride;

It's a dark rainbowed fantasy.

Laughs at the genie at his side

And abnegates reality.

Sails into a candied dream

On a mystical airstream.

Life is too demanding, gotta decompress;

He's got a lengthy list of excuses.

Doesn't really care 'cause he's directionless;

He's got nothing to gain, so he loses.

He says he coulda made it big—

Same old story, same old song.

Oil well is deep, but he won't dig;

Talented, but too headstrong.

He's a drifter once again,

Gliding back to where he's been.

Nothing much to prove now; might as well regress.

He's got a lengthy list of excuses.

Doesn't really care 'cause he's directionless;

He's got nothing to gain, so he loses.

Half-hearted, half-willing,

Halfway to making up his mind.

Why bother fulfilling

A dream he'd rather leave behind?

Nothing to commit to, and no one to impress;

He's got a lengthy list of excuses.

Doesn't really care 'cause he's directionless;

He's got nothing to gain, so he loses.

© 2024 David Acosta

The Enchanted Piano

My piano's thoughts are at my fingertips;
My piano knows exactly what I feel;

My piano offers kind melodic tips;

My piano and I, we've got something real.

I play it when I'm happy or when I'm sad;

I play it when I'm vulnerable or armor-clad.

I play it and I hear a wide ocean roar;

I play it and I let my wild spirit soar.

It was fashioned in a realm of wondrous harmony;

It's a magical, musical, winged entity.

Somewhere over the clouds

Or on an uncharted beach,

Rest assured, my piano waits for me.

Far from the madding crowd,

Seemingly out of reach,

My piano's moonlit silhouette I see.

My piano is an old familiar friend;

My piano doesn't mind it when I'm mad;

My piano doesn't fret or condescend;

My piano gets my personalidad.

I play it when I'm wired; I play it when I'm tired;

I play it when I wake up uninspired.

I play it and it heightens my point of view;

I play it and the world becomes brand new.

It was fashioned in a realm of wondrous harmony;

It's a magical, musical, winged entity.

Somewhere over the clouds

Or on an uncharted beach,

Rest assured, my piano waits for me.

Far from the madding crowd,

Seemingly out of reach,

My piano's moonlit silhouette I see.

© 2024 David Acosta