Astray 19

I wake up in trouble. Don’t hide your face from me. What can I do to justify my days? They go up like smoke. How long will you hide? You fashioned me in my mother’s womb, in that secret place. You know my sitting and rising, my thoughts before they come to me. You’re on every side of me: where can I go to hide from you? Come then, please, and show me what they mean when they say you made all this out of love. Out of the depths you call me; out of the depths I call you.