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proverbs 3:6

“In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths.”

My reasoning, though more mature today than yesterday, is still muddied with the dust of my humanity. Death still lurks in some corners of my tempered thoughts. Compared to what I’ve tread before, my path looks perfect, but it’s not.

For this reason, let me ever cry out for Your wisdom, O God. Let my discernment be always subject to Your perfect judgement. Let my slightly crooked ways be straightened by the unbent sword proceeding from Your mouth.

Let my perfected gait be one of limping; leaning on You no matter the terrain.

Let us lament

Let us lament not our past sins forgotten and tossed to the bottom of eternity’s never-ending well of mercy 

drowning regret and every thought or phrase uttered that echoes a sorrow seeping through 
into tomorrow’s joy

Let us weep only for today’s unseen twisting & bowing -
our soul’s crooked way of turning toward its own elevation & yearnings that blind us to Truth’s perfect posture

straight
narrow
never-bending or cowering

Let us set ourselves abreast of it

agreeing that we’re bent while receiving with ungritted teeth the immaculate conception of a straightening within

You are endless pinpricks

You are endless like pinpricks of light at night;

those punched holes in the
heavens, the expanse of the universe spoken
and speaking still.

My ears must rest between sentences as I sit and listen to
the gentleness of your tone, the
words double-edged, the laughter of your eyes. I

return
and still it seems I start at the very beginning of all that You are.
It’s a wonder I do anything at all.