A pocket notebook sat next to the open page, and Psalm 23 did not need much decoration.
I read it slowly because I have a bad habit of making familiar words too easy. A verse can become furniture if a person only walks past it.
What helped was leaving it near the ordinary work: the sink, the bill, the shoes by the door. The words had to live there or they were only sound.
I do not think every reading has to end with certainty. Sometimes it is enough for a line to make the next hour a little more honest.