Songs of Praise

A narrow strip of green paper with printing on it caught my eye. I stopped walking and picked it up. I’ll read anything I find on the ground except product packaging.

I read the strip: “Let us come before him with thanksgiving and sing joyful songs of praise.” The Bible, Psalms 95:2. Good News Translation.

Good News Translation? Never heard of that one. Give me the King James version of give me nothing!

Still, the psalm appealed to me at the precise moment. I haven’t been singing too many songs of praise in my mind or writing lately. How can you if you’re writing almost exclusively about the homeless crisis? There is little to praise there, except the willingness of many people not being paid to care who care a lot and act on their own volition. I suppose I could also praise the incredible resiliency of many people living on streets who are there out of personal or economic collapse or both at the same time.

After reading the slip several times, I continued my walk and thought about other songs of praise I might sing. I started to list them:

Family

Friends

Dogs

Birds

Perry Mason, the TV show with Raymond Burr

Beavers

Street libraries

Oregon’s socialist public beaches

Miles Davis

Squirrels

That someone on Amazon purchased one of my publications the other day and netted me 37 cents

Rivers

The Old Crow Book Club

That’s a lot of songs I could sing!