Trust in the Lord, and do good: dwell in the land and befriend faithfulness. 
Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Psalm 37:3-4

Oh, I see, as I open up this passage in the middle of the night before I try to sleep, before I try to fight with the fitfulness that is waiting for dawn. Oh, I see.  My attention is thrown firmly upon these words: trust, dwell, land, befriend, delight in the Lord, give, desires.  I am fixated.

I once thought I knew these words.  Now they seem a strange and awkward seed.  What fruit might they bear?  I must pull them apart, dissect them, test them.  And beyond making hypothesis and predictions, I see that I must give effort to dig these words right out of their book and plant them in my heart again.  One tree of understanding is no longer enough, it is time to try for a forest.

And I see.  As the days are filled with newness, the earth of my heart changes its composition.  My heart takes in the seeds and though they mean the same truth as ever, they grow a new tree of life.  One of different shaped leaves, different thickness of bark, different strength of branches.

To myself I say: These woods are growing.  The terrain is changing.  Where else is there but here to dwell?  Each day tend the paths and the seeds and the trees that are full and not yet full.  Sing to your heart in joy and the trees of this field will clap their hands.  What other desire might there be but this?