# Living Psalm 130_Tirabassi for August 11, 2024 (Pentecost 12)

Out of the depths ...of loneliness, 
diagnosis, body-shaming,
of family damaged, 
grief that seems endless,
five unforgiveable things I said,
the bitter strugglish days of election,
the burning down of a home,
or burning up of a friendship
meant to last a lifetime.

Out of the depths, of the dog's death,
embarrassed it means so much 
in a world of desperations,
or a child not being included
on a team for the fall,
or of needing to act unaware
of others' comments
about my clothing, the one I love 
where or if I was educated,

all my wrong stuff as obvious
as toilet paper on my shoes.

Out of all the depths,
you listen, even to my exaggerations
about how I will drown,
even to my failing to name
my part in how things happened. 

Your forgiveness is like atmosphere,
offered to all who breathe.

You ask that I wait
when I do not want to give a minute
to reflection on what happened,
or how I could help ... just a little,
everyone to live 
with consequences of consequences, 

accept night as on the way to dawn,
and then embrace night
as the beautiful time of your stars.