Psalm 142

I’ve been underneath the soil –
darkness so blinding my ears
muffled in response.

I was surrounded by friends.
My dad, less than an arm’s length,
but presence was lost.

The imagination wants
to invent monsters and false
images to fear.

But at some point, a living
person touches your hand, and
you are not alone.

Psalm 142

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