But I have burned to the waterline
But I have cried myself like a child to sleep
But I have stilled and quieted my soul
What is this --
destroyed hope
content despair
-- too wonderful for me
Like a swaddled child my soul within me
Like a milk faith fills in my belly
And I purr like that cat � remember? �
orange fur in my lap
all torn by the auger
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Psalm 131
(the title is Ps 131:2 NIV)
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a revision -- a fairly minor polish -- of this one.
