23rd Psalm, Godric-style

Elric had studied with the monks. He knew the gospels back and forth. He had the Psalms by heart… He sang in Latin, but, for me, he put them into speech I understood.

“God keeps me as a shepherd keeps his flock.
I want for nought,” he said.
“I bleat with hunger, and he pastures me in meadows green.
I’m thirsty, and he leads me forth to water cool and deep and still.
He hoists me to my feet when I am weak.
Down goodly ways he guides me with his crook,
for he himself is good. Yea,
even when I lose my way in shadows dark as death,
I will not fear,
for he is ever close at hand with rod and staff to succor me.”

(From Frederick Buechner’s Godric)