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> My High Tower in Distress
>> But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your lovingkindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.

Occasion: Trouble that follows you home

Lord, I tried to shut the door,
but it followed me in anyway ---
the talk from the day still spinning in my head,
the face I cannot stop seeing,
the tightness still lodged in my chest.

I wanted to set this down.
I wanted home to feel like a sanctuary.
But my body is still braced,
and my mind keeps returning
to what I wish had never happened.

Do not let this trouble take the whole house.
Meet me here,
where shoes are kicked off,
where the lights are low,
where I had hoped to be left in peace.

If it follows me from room to room,
it will eat the meal,
haunt my chair,
lie in my bed.

I do not have the strength
to keep pushing it back alone.
I am tired of carrying the day
long after the day is done.

Be my refuge at home,
not only out there where the insult first landed.
Raise Your tower in my home.
Give me enough quiet to breathe,
enough shelter for this night.

It came in with me.
Stay here with me, now.

Amen.