Psalm 1-6
“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
Pearl Buck
The Psalms are the recordings of David, the artist. We have read about David the great warrior and king, but I believe that the man God called ‘the man after His own heart’ was the David who wrote the Psalms.
We flourish under their balm!!!
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| Pearl Buck |
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