How long must I bear pain in my soul, and have sorrow in my heart all day long?

How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

Consider and answer me, O Lord my God!

Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep the sleep of death, and my enemy will say, "I have prevailed";

my foes will rejoice because I am shaken.

Psalm 13:2-4



Pure light can be harsh. Unmediated. Unforgiving.

You may not be basking in the light of life.

You may be eroding in the dryness of the wind.

Yet, sixty miles away, it had rained and the desert was green.


"Mine, thou lord of life, send my roots rain."

(Gerard Manley Hopkins)



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