Why Are You Downcast? #psalm #trial #haiku

 

Questions makes no sense

Sitting under a fog bank

sorrow on my brow

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Vindicate me, O God, and plead my case

against an ungodly nation;

deliver me from deceitful and unjust men.

2For You are the God of my refuge.

Why have You rejected me?

Why must I walk in sorrow

because of the enemy’s oppression?

3Send out Your light and Your truth;

let them lead me.

Let them bring me to Your holy mountain,

and to the place where You dwell.

4Then I will go to the altar of God,

to God, my greatest joy.

I will praise You with the harp,

O God, my God.

5Why are you downcast, O my soul?

Why the unease within me?

Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him,

my Savior and my God.

~Psalm 45

 

There are days when sorrow is a heavy coat that holds you down like wet sand. Little can you move,  sitting for the final toll.

Downcast yes but those burdens can be tossed to the one willing to bear all burdens.

There are few answers …

The pain stings…

Throw off the great weight or the tug of the tide might be too great. It’s pull merciless  toward an embroiled  sea of despair.