Psalm 11 speaks when foundations shake: not retreat, but refuge in Love. God is present in the cracks, seeing both cruelty and kindness.
This world IS falling apart
Wasn’t growing up in the 60’s bad enuf?
And that was improvement from the depression?
And now THIS worldwide cataclysmic circus?
But then I FEEL you, Beloved
And remember that I’m not abandoned
You hold my roots
🌵
This world IS falling apart
Wasn’t growing up in the 60’s bad enuf?
And that was improvement from the depression?
And now THIS worldwide cataclysmic circus?
But then I FEEL you, Beloved
And remember that I’m not abandoned
You hold my roots
🌵