A Psalm

O Lord, You are my Strong Place
You are not safe - but You are good.
Your ear is always turned towards
Those whose hearts bend to your breathing -
In. In and out. Back and forth. In and out.
Do not forget your servant.
Remember your own scars as your servant weeps
In the deep moments
As your maidservant takes the slow cuts of the tongue.
You will reveal those things hidden deep
Either good or bad.
You are The Light that draws unto Yourself.
See Your daughter’s heart, O God.
As Your eyes wonder to and fro across the earth
Looking for those who see your bush aflame
And take off their shoes.
I have taken off my sandals - I have tasted dirt
Face-down, I have humbled my will to Your every word.
Oh Lord, amidst the wonders You run,
Amongst the places Your hands are in,
Forget not this little one.
By no means am I David.
By no means am I a saint of old or fame.
Yet, forget me not.
My heart sways back and forth to your breathing-
In and out and back and forth.
Hear this one plea from a small voice
In the sea of Prophets and Prophetesses.

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Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:15