Psalm 135

If God delights in me,
    even a little,
why shouldn’t I delight
    in grace more than in
    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

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