So journeyed home, the Sojourner that l became, keeping the Coast ,
plus the sea on my left.
Flooded fields, birds hunting sparowhawks, consign fluttering Kestrel high above Buzzard. radio played music and it's sonic soothing a troubled soul.
Expect like me, well l know you so we recognise weeks like this do not take you away from concerns.
Do they?
But they perhaps bring different, better, or clearer focus.
Troubles in a world getting more confused. But disturbing for our younger folk. Greatness of a 'starry Cosmo's', fueled my significance.
Family illness, money issues, food insecurity...against evidence of a creative force, identify God who desires to know me and you.
We are not insignificant.
If only you, God, would slay the wicked! Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!
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They speak of you with evil intent;
your adversaries misuse your name.
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Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord, abhor those who are in rebellion against you?
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I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies.
So perhaps a bit from my favourite Psalm in the good book. Which resonates with myself and the enemies disapplying their wickedness at present.
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