Psalm 12

Where shall I go

to hear any of your many names?

 

I have lost the sound of them

and without this anchor I am unmoored.

 

Where shall I go

to be in your presence?

 

Those doors, shut still,

invite me to seek in other places.

 

Where shall I go

when I am adrift from you?

 

What was real

feels less true and certain now.

 

Where shall I go

to hear my name?

 

Among the wind

the waves

and fishing nets

 

Or do I risk it all

and step out upon the sea.