reading Psalm 6
As I read the psalm, I heard the cry -
How long, O Lord?
I weep many tears.
As I drew the words, drew the tears,
the cry I heard was no longer that
of an ancient Hebrew King,
but the cry I heard, the tears I felt,
are those of the many
held in captivity
on islands off the shore of my home island,
held there because they challenge our human
covenant to care.
my Lenten disciplines this year are not to give up, but to take up - reading a Psalm a day and reflecting on it with colour; a photo a day to pay attention.