Then I will rejoice in the Lord. I will be glad because he rescues me. With every bone in my body I will praise him: " Lord, who can compare with you? Who else rescues the helpless from the strong? Who else protects the helpless and poor from those who rob them?"
Even common people oppress the poor, rob the needy, and deprive foreigners of justice.
Jesus told him, "If you want to be perfect, go and sell all your possessions and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me."
But when the young man heard this, he went away sad, for he had many possessions.
Your love comes to me
in the silence,
ordinary.
Like a child's treasure
I turn it over
in the nook of my hand,
warming its smooth
heaviness.
A thought of You,
stony,
clearly defined,
drops as though
down a deep
well,
is lost
momentarily,
then turns up
a certainty in the heart.