As my last post was contrary to my blogging principles, describing something Ugly, I now feel it urgent to put up Something I Especially Like.
Last night was one of those when I lie awake for hours in the middle of the time when I want very much to be asleep. (This morning I realized the problem stemmed from drinking very strong tea at an afternoon wedding.) Sometimes while in this predicament I manage to stop grumbling and to pray instead, and my favorite thing to pray is the 23rd Psalm.
20 to 25 years ago and even earlier I used to have the children copy out and learn a poem every month, and I ran across some of their work yesterday. I get sentimental looking at the handwriting and printing, knowing right away what poem was copied by whom. But I won't reveal that information. I'll just say for the record that this psalm was printed by a boy! (Click on the picture if you want a more readable version.)