The wicked thrive

After Psalm 73 

We see the wealth,

the success, the position,

the status, the renown,

the power that accrues

to the wicked, the wealthy,

the unbeliever, the powerful.

We see the oppression,

the injustice, the innocent

betrayed, the godly

persecuted. Our hearts 

turn hard, turn black;

we ask how he allows

the disparity so grotesque.

Does he not know?

Does he know and ignore?

In his sanctuary I find

the answers, I see

their ends, I understand

the anxiety of losing all

in a moment with nothing

to fall back on. I see

my own end, my own

wickedness, my own

failings and sin. 

I look all over,

I search all over,

I see what the world

values and prizes,

glittering like gold.

My dreams end,

my heart awakens

to the reality of what

matters in this world. 

And I know I am

blessed, my heart knows

I am blessed. I find rest,

I find safety, only in

nail-scarred hands.

 

Photograph by Vitaly Shevchenko via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Some Sunday Readings

 

Wild, Unorganized, and Totally Worth It – Jacob Crouch.

 

The Songs I Once Found Dreary – Karen Dedert at Think Twice.