Poetry

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Boundary Lines
Psalm 16

New muscles are flexed
when the scales tip
and the good things
of life
outweigh
the bad.

If only my anguish
could be weighed
and all my misery
be placed on the scales
[Job 6:2]

Then you would understand
the stress
angst
and the fear
of success.

The price of glory
is paid for
on the back
of failure.

The tipping scales
serve to
highlight
the years
of falling short.

But this must stop
and praise shunned
needs to sink
and sink deep.

For me
the boundary lines
have fallen
in pleasant places.
[Psalm 16:6]

My mourning
can now turn
into dancing.
[Psalm 30:11]

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