Weakness
like a wounded animal
my tranquil weakness
my lacking
attracts your great love
my wounds make you hungry
and my small cries and whimpers
move your great love
i am a small prey
a little morsel
for the great appetite
yet you are a predator of mercy
and a hound of affection
you weight up me with great hands
able to crush and dissect
and gentle to heal.
into Thy hand I commit my spirit
THOU HAST RANSOMED ME
o lord, God of faithfulness.
-Ps 31.1-5
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