Psalm 11:1 

In the Lord I put my trust;
How can you say to my soul,
“Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

 

Quiet

 

Silence broken a bird is chirping

Why the call in the midst of night?

Seems uncommon almost flirting

with the dangers of darkness cries

 

Nowhere to fly without a headlight

just to sit and be still in a tree

Better be quiet and out of sight

than to be noisy with nowhere to flee

 

To give away your location

when danger lurks all around

Seems an unending invitation

to be imprisoned and be bound

 

In weakness and vulnerability

we hang on to our own needs

Submitting to low quality

in survival’s constant plea

 

Chosen and selected somewhere

to be part of the human race

Wandering and struggling where

we’re always out of pace

 

Jan Wienen