Wednesday in Holy Week
I am shaken by the noise of the enemy
and by the pressure of the wicked
Psalm 55:3
every time I come to this juncture
I am caught off guard by the noise of the enemy
the sacred beauty of this path lulls me
into thinking
what?
that the enemy is not still present?
even now
my journey can be upended, unraveled
yet if ragged prayers
battered resolve
hope that has seen better days
are all I have
it is enough
I have been here before
and every time salvation comes
every time
