Psalm 23

A psalm of David.

¹ The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.

² He makes me lie down in green pastures,
       he leads me beside quiet waters,

³ he restores my soul.
       He guides me in paths of righteousness
       for his name's sake.

⁴ Even though I walk
       through the valley of the shadow of death, ^[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 presence of my enemies.
       You anoint my head with oil;
       my cup overflows.

⁶ Surely goodness and love will follow me
       all the days of my life,
       and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
       forever.

I remember this as the soldier’s psalm. How everyone used to recite it in their foxholes waiting for the volley’s to end before leaping out to take their shots.

Those gritty sweaty palms as they gripped their rifles. The air exploding with splinters of wood and stone chips as they whiz by.

But even in that cacophony you could hear the stillness and the silence.

Of soldiers praying Psalm 23.

I guess my call has come to go and work.