O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. (Psalm 63:1)

This morning - and most mornings - I race to meditation. Most mornings I walk from my house to my office along the meadow beside the woods.

This morning the moon was bright overhead. A few clouds, round with approaching winter, floated between me and the stars.

This morning - a sabbath morning - I give myself more time and read from Philo, Maimonides, the Talmud, and the gospels, trying to discern perceptions of God from a millennia or two ago; seeking to refine my understanding and inform my experience of God.

This is filling. This is completing. Here - at least for a short while - I am whole.

My soul is satisfied as with a rich feast, and my mouth praises you with joyful lips (Psalm 63:5)