Light & Darkness

I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. I pour out my complaint before him; before him I tell my trouble. When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.

Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life. I cry to you, O Lord; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living." Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me. Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.

Psalm 142

It gets to me. On one hand, work. On the other, past wounds re-opened.

I stand alone. God, so near, yet so far.

Before me, nothing but darkness. Grasping for light, gasping for breath.

The joy of the Lord be my strength, for I am weak. Amen.