Between lost and becoming
Echo so intense
Meandering like shadows
Into a drowned future
Drifting dreamily towards
Old scenes
Old friends
Old days
The joyful praise of a vision
Room and roofs of refuge
Have become my dwelling
In the doorway of your house
Where I find your unfailing love
And weeping
And tears
And hopelessness
Of a suffered life
Is healed
In the promise of rest
And held with the shield of love---
Psalm 6 - New Living Translation