Advent Psalm 3

For Jeduthun, the director of music. To the tune of “Praise and Judgment”

While her mother is deeply troubled by the fragility of the human life she carries within, she herself has become that fragile life. In the silence of the night, a mother can no longer suppress her anguish, and so Logos takes its dwelling within her and us, and the dignity of human nature is restored.

Doctors say she has a sharp pen (as opposed to a 'sharp tongue', which pleases her), a way with words, as though they come easily. What do we know?
But when deep calls to deep, at night, this song is with me, and I wonder: what does the unborn child hope for?

...to be con't.

“Each man’s life is but a breath” (Ps 39)