Yesterday I went to a Lenten Women's retreat. This was a good place for me, offering a structure and a quiet place to become reacquainted wth that inner part of myself that prefers the silence, a part of me that had been rather peripatetic of late, incapable of slowing down.
Since I generally feel most comfortable expressing myself through the written word, I participated in the writing segment, where we were supposed to write our thoughts after reading a version (NRSV) of Psalm 16. As we took turns reading, these words begged to be written down. I am not a poet. This is my interpretation risiing from the place I am at this moment. In that, it is enough:
Help me, hold me,
Wrap me in your love.
Awe in your works can brighten my days
but much distraction darkens my soul
and I must avoid following it's path.
Your spirit guides me
It wraps me in beauty
and brings me peace and joy.
For I know you will protect me
and lead me to the path of light.