In silence, alone or while walking in the neighborhood, I try to contemplate the 8th Psalm. “What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?” The line touches the center of my being. It gives me pause to consider what I’m doing, my place on earth.
When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet:
All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field;
The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.
O Lord our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!
(from: King James Bible)