Sunday, January 22, 2012

Psalms for Sunday - XXXII

I am repudiated; the approval and acceptance I want is absent, or long in coming. Rejection is like a cloak I wear, I hang it up but it keeps returning, like the cat that couldn’t stay away. I am running in circles, going nowhere and seeing no deliverance.

Abortion, like a spirit, killing off the young; the aged not wanting to lose ground or the control they’ve fought their lives to achieve. The old are not safe either; a revolution of euthanasia, to eject the useless lives perceived to have no value any longer.

I run to your presence and feel your arms reach for me. I am accepted here, and I find my peace.

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