Meditation
on Psalm 3
Tens of thousands of voices swirl in my head, telling me of
all my failures.
But you, O Source of Love, cover me with kisses and clothe
me with a cloak of loving kindness.
For every second of self-loathing, you shower me with an
hour of assurances.
Let me be lifted high upon a tidal wave of compassion and be
gently washed upon the sand of warm embraces.
Alleluia Amen!
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