Psalm 135
If God delights in me, even a little, why shouldn't I delight in grace more than in self-congratulation? What if God's little delight is infinite? Shouldn't grace best me? ... But I wander to the snow fields of self-care and wallow in the cold ice-blanket alone. I will delight in me. I will satisfy grief and the longing for oneness and justice. But grace stands above me, a distant, present mass of glorious flame that warms regardless of my bitter self-love. The gravity draws like a salt cure and leads me to the threshold. I hear singing... Psalm 135
