Yes, that is a pearl, Shalom.
The C.S. Lewis poem I gave in response to JG's offensive poem was not a pearl ... I didn't want to give him a pearl to trample. But it was a thoughtful gem that was a meditation in sincerity on God's love and the nature of love.
Psalm 23 and Psalm 1 are two of my favorites.
Psalm 23 is the first Bible verse I ever memorized. It was before I was a Christian, in my late teen years. I still have no idea why, but my father spoke to me once in private while he and I were in the car together and he told me, out of the blue, that he wanted me to memorize the 23rd Psalm and he would give me a week to do so. He didn't say what he would do if I didn't comply and I didn't want to find out, so I memorized it. A week later, and in the same circumstances, he asked me if I had memorized it. I said, yes. He told me to recite it. I did. He said, OK. That was it.
I became a Christian a few years later and he became a Christian a few years after I did.
I still don't know why he demanded, at that time, that I memorize that (or any) Bible passage. Perhaps it was God inspiring him, for God's own reasons. He doesn't seem to remember the incident, but I do and I still remember Psalm 23. My favorite part of Psalm 23, at the moment, is verse 3: "He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake."
John
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