Ps.31 There are no gates here
There are no gates here.
There is no way out here
I thought I was trapped here,
Thought I would die here.
Thorns encamped,
Imprisoning in pain
Surrounding in hopelessness
Alone in isolated waiting.
I had thrown myself to the ground.
To bury myself against harsh reality. Then … Then you lifted my head and through sore eyes I realised.
Saw you and realised
There could never be reason enough to leave this wide open place.
Not alone, not now, never was … I am with you in the gard