Canadian Summer Psalm 23
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Canadian Summer Psalm 23

Loving God, to whomwe flock, from whomI wander, I have most everythingI want, my needsare more than simplymet, you’ve more than simply earnedmy trust. You invite my tired bonesto lie down in the grass,and enjoy… You take me to your favouritecamping spotby the laketo watch the water’s surfaceturn to glassat sunset. You restorespirit and soulwith…

Weather or not
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Weather or not

Had King David lived in Ontario, I think a September day might well have inspired him to write Psalm 19. You know the sort – where the sapphire sky beckons your gaze irresistibly upward and your heart craves something more. It’s nothing less than a glimpse of the eternal. The breeze is like a heavenly…

At last!
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At last!

Three months ago, I wrote of my decades-long effort to set the Psalms to verse so that they could be sung to their proper Genevan melodies. This began in the mid-1980s when I was around 30 years old. But I had already been inspired by Calvin Seerveld’s versification of Genevan Psalm 128 in the late…

The Niagara Psalter

The Niagara Psalter

Ever since I was a young man I have been obsessed with the biblical Psalms. Perhaps it has something to do with sharing my name with the archetypal Israelite king to whom many of the Psalms are attributed. Or it may be that my love of music predisposed me to a book whose contents were expected to be sung from ancient times.

Autumn psalm
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Autumn psalm

What would David have said about Ontario in autumn? Of the explosion of colour in our forests – and what would he have written about our hills, far as the eye can see, on fire with red and gold and yellow? Would he have seen a metaphor for the way that God makes everything new – sometimes through literal flame, often through figurative flame – through the dying of the old ways to make way for what’s next?