Each morning I read from the Book of Psalms.
I might not have the time for other things,
But I make time for the island of calm
That lifts my heart and causes it to sing.
All my moods and all my inclinations
(The good, bad, the destructive, the holy)
Are laid bare in cadences whose motion
Speaks to all of us, speaks to me solely.
All of these conditions are transcended,
Seen in a new way, from another sphere;
In this way my heart and soul are mended
From compulsive anxiety and fear.
Homage to the Psalms for they set us free,
Homage to the song of eternity.