Psalm 23

1 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.2     He makes me lie down in green pastures,he leads me beside quiet waters,3     he refreshes my soul.He guides me along the right paths    for his name’s sake.4 Even though I walk    through the darkest valley,[a]I will fear no evil,    for you are with me;your rod and your staff,    they comfort me. 5 You prepare a table before me    in the presenceContinue reading “Psalm 23”

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

By Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poems that I keep hung in my room “Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul –And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –And sore must be the stormContinue reading ““Hope” is the thing with feathers”

under the California sun

Today, I blew bubbles under the Californian sun.They danced and dazzled before me, each little universe floating away. As the breeze carried them into that infinite blue abyss above. I sat down and gently peeled back the soft rind of my clementine. I dropped one of those perfectly pocketed slices onto the fresh bed ofContinue reading “under the California sun”