Sunday, November 27, 2011

Psalm 112

Praise the Lord!
Happy are those who fear the Lord,
who greatly delight in his commandments.


.אַשְׁרֵי-אִישׁ, יָרֵא אֶת-יְהוָה; בְּמִצְו‍ֹתָיו, חָפֵץ מְאֹד

How did the verb yare' - meaning to shoot or pour - come to mean fear, revere, overawed?

As a young man I was an archer.

In the concentration of mind and body needed for archery, the self is shed.

There is the bow and the arrow, that is all.

Anxiety and ambition are set aside. Even the target recedes.

Here is energy, stretch it.

Here is experience, let it fly!

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