Taking a walk on a cool spring morning. I loaf and I invite my soul to loaf contemplating a spear of summer grass. This may seem like a contradiction. I contradict myself? Very well I contradict myself. I am large and I contain multitudes.

I like to get off the beaten track when I’m walking. I like to walk in solitude. I don’t like to run into people. Walking in the city is different. In a big city like New York or Philadelphia your solitude is protected in a cloak of anonymity.

The sound of the dragon fly singing in the withered tree comes to my ear.

Life is like a drop of dew on a blade of grass.

I stop beside the still waters to restore my soul.

I lie down in the green pasture to pass the time.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.

My rod and my staff they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me…

My cup runs over…

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me the rest of my days.