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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.

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