holy attention

(Inspired by Psalm 91) He who dwellsin the shelter of the Most Highabides in nearness—where breath returns,and the heart grows still. My refuge.My fortress.My God. Something in me unclenches.Breath returnslike warmth to cold hands.My life becomes quiet,as if I’ve stepped intoa strong placebuilt for peace. He covers me with His feathers;under His wings I am…