This is a collection of 150 contemplative poems.

“Readers will find these Psalms for the new Millennium to be infused with science and a deep awareness of our place in the Universe. They offer a cosmic perspective sorely needed in today’s turbulent world.”           Steve J. Dick, former NASA Chief Historian  

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Psalm 152 High Mystery, did you arrange the Universe thus with all of its intricate workings? Or did it arrange itself? Is there a difference? Is this all from you? Or are you All? Like a small child my questions are endless – but I do not expect an answer nor do I want one Were you to address me in the language I know you would be less than I imagine, far less than I desire Your silence your darkness your absence hold me in their thrall	Psalm 154 You seem unapproachable light impenetrable darkness intriguing mystery profound silence palpable presence I have only human language to speak of you – to speak of that which is beyond mortal word and mind Yet, I pray with words – sparingly humbly perhaps foolishly Most often silence seems best – listening the truest form of prayer
Psalm 189 Tether me, Great Spirit, to the beauty of finite limits I know the ecstasy, fascination, terror and awe of  looking far into star-spangled heavens, diving fathoms into dark ocean valleys and probing deep into the brain Farther, deeper, higher than any previous generation Yet I am but a wee child in a vast unknowing wherein unfolds the telos of my brief years	Psalm 229 Life – my life, your life, Life bouncing all around us in billions upon billions of forms, a vast menagerie of wonder Each here briefly Even the towering Himalayas, their spires piercing the clouds, crumble and vanish My little life, a faint glimmer on the surface of impenetrable darkness, an improbable blip in the seething caldron of an evolving Universe, an infinitesimal moment in which to cry out my terror and lament – in which to hymn my joy, my hope and thanksgiving
Psalm 243 You ask if I have been born again? Absolutely.  Many times and more to come You ask if I believe in God? It depends on what you mean by “god” You ask if I am a Christian? Yes, and also a Jew, Muslim Hindu, Buddhist, Agnostic . . . You ask to which church I belong? All of them and none You ask if I pray?   Always, night and day. My life is a prayer	Psalm 275 I listen to the wind this morning It rustles leaves outside my window, moves clouds across the sky, carries song from bird to bird and speaks to me in ways no human language can in this hour of loss and sorrow It speaks an ancient tongue far older than human words It whispers, Be still. Listen. Listen for solace in your breathing. Your breath is of me and I am in your breath
Psalm 299 Sing people of Earth Sing lustily Lift your hearts and voices into far reaches of our Universe Let billions upon billions of stars, and planets with their circling moons, hear our songs Boom your music into the fury of exploding supernova Fling your harmonies into vast unknowns beyond farsighted telescopes Shout triple fortissimo into deep darkness that surrounds our fragile lights Chant as though our small species alone, in all the Universe, is able to give voice to awe, terror, amazement and praise Let your songs, within a nanosecond, fly Home into the heart of fathomless Mystery Let our children hear this music and take their songs beyond ours