I kept silent

After Psalm 32 

I kept silent,

saying nothing,

hiding my groaning

from both friendly

and prying eyes,

the groaning from

your hand heavy

upon me. I

confessed; you

forgave. You are

my hiding place,

my refuge and

protection. I look

to you for counsel;

your eye is on me,

you instruct me,

you steadfastly

love me. I will 

be glad. I will

rejoice, The righteous

and upright in heart

shout with me,

shout with joy.

 

Photograph by Daniele Colucci via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Some Sunday Readings

 

What Is Still True on December 26^th – Zak Mellgren at The Subzak.

 

Walking, Wittgenstein, and God – Chris Arnade at Walks the World.