Depart from me, all evildoers,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
Psalm 6:8
even now
as the savior’s way wends toward the collapse of all
even so, the holy one heeds my voice
compassion is at hand
and my protector, my shield, my hope
my tears fall, hitting the ground, soaking into the well-trod path
where they are nevertheless gathered
and remembered
I do not walk alone
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