All work and no play makes johnny a dull boy. It's almost midnight somewhere. I enjoy reading and I think the words we read and say and think for that matter live amongst us on this earth. I have many books with many words. I'm hardly bound to one. Without thought I opened to this passage in one of my favorite books.. on a recent snowy afternoon on white mountain... without an audience or time, no cause or why, no reason or rhyme, no things to hide, no purpose or lie.. but just to do or to die.... I read... and now I ponder what I have read that day. I read and write in many strange places, perhaps I'll start to share some other readings... for fun.
Psalm64;
Hear, O God, my voice of complaint;
preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
Hide me from the scheming of the wicked,
from the mob of workers of iniquity,
who sharpen their tongues like swords
and aim their bitter words like arrows,
ambushing the innocent in seclusion,
shooting suddenly, without fear.
They hold fast to their evil purpose;
they speak of hiding their snares.
“Who will see them?” they say.
They devise injustice and say,
“We have perfected a secret plan.”
For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.
But God will shoot them with arrows;
suddenly they will be wounded.
They will be made to stumble,
their own tongues turned against them.
All who see will shake their heads.
Then all mankind will fear
and proclaim the work of God;
so they will ponder what He has done.
Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD
and take refuge in Him;
let all the upright in heart exult.
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