Out of the depths (Psalm 130)

         Out of the depths I cry to you, O Holy One.
                   —Psalm 130.1

Not from gleaming heights of piety,
but darkest deeps I cry to you.

I bring you the gift of my tears,
the openness of my excuseless hands.

I offer to you the treasure of my confession,
the intricate art of my fractures.

If you judged, we would fail.
But you only bless, and forgive.

And so I wait. I sit in this darkness,
longing for your dawning in me,

longing for the dawning
that is surely coming,

that has already begun in my east,
and I watch.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

June 25, 2021

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