Still.
I need space
around words
to help me think.

Still.
I need space
around words
to help me think.

Gates. I love a good gate.
Carefully carved and crafted.
Designed for beauty and strength.
Providing entry or denying access.

The Lord is my Shepherd.
And He provides. Leads. Renews. Comforts.
Then I come to the table. His table.
“You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies…” (Psalm 23:5).
