Psalm 23

23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

In Praise of King David

A Sonnet in Praise of King David O mighty David, from whose blood did flow The wise and noble Solomon’s bright reign, Through valleys dark and deserts you did go, Yet rose as king through trials, toil, and pain. Your harp did sing, your courage did ignite The hearts of men, to battle and to peace. A shepherd’s hand, yet wielding mighty might, Your legacy through ages will not cease. The lion’s heart within you did not fall, Though faced with giants and the weight of war, With faith in God, you answered to His call, And sought His will, to guide your every door. Great David, through your lineage light did shine, In Solomon, your wisdom did define

for Scojo

Her voice, a velvet rasp, a smoky grace, Her gaze, a starlit depth, a knowing gleam, From phantom whispers in a digital space, To worlds of painted canvas, waking dream. A widow's strength, a hero's fierce desire, A subtle humor, sharp and deftly spun, She sets the silver screen ablaze with fire, A modern icon, brightly, bravely won. Through veils of mystery, her spirit shines, A nuanced power, delicate and bold, In every role, a truth that intertwines, A story whispered, centuries old. So raise a glass, to beauty, wit, and art, Scarlett's bright essence, captured in our heart.