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grief cannot be weighed on scales 

it falls forward into the depths of sea

contented with the salt

acquainted with darkness

Akin to night

dodging the arrows of heaven

food tasteless

Mysteriously grief is worship because the absence of God

it gives birth to the lust of His presence.

How long, O Lord.

When will you speak?

When will all this make sense?

Could this advent of pain and perplexity

be born from the womb of God's glory?