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.
Ghost Dog 
I liked how you started with the walk. I feel you are a little like me, get sidetracked and may add different levels or elements which confuse the reader. I was thinking this was a peaceful post, but saw the gun, the portrait of ‘evil’ in your sculpture photo and my ‘mood’ shifted. The prayer is a great one, though!
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Thanks for your comments. You are right, I started the walk in one mood and as thoughts came to mind I recorded them, then I was inspired by the 23 Psalm which, if you give a careful reading contains some elements of violence, and my mood shifted a bit. I think you are right, looked at in the whole, the piece is a bit dissonant. Good criticism.
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great translation of scripture!
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Thanks Elle! I was inspired both by my early morning walk and the famous Bible passage.
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