Friday, December 14, 2018


After Psalm 32

The weight
pressed upon me, heavy,
deadening, imprisoning
me into immobility,
the wasting away
beginning, sapping
strength, draining,

I cried out

Believing they meant
freedom, I placed
these chains on myself

I cried out

a heart opening
and emptying,
a spirit surrendering
and acknowledging,
a soul unfolding
what it had hidden

The cry was heard

Photograph by Jeremy Perkins via Unsplash. Used with permission.

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