Psalm 139:23-24 

23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, and know my anxieties;
24 And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.

Wishy

Nowhere there is found peace like in the Lord

But what if I can’t find Him for my eyes are on self?

Is it then when even little faith quickly aborts

The parts I thought to possess in my wishing well?

Is it when I am fully dressed covering the scars

of self-inflicted wounds in the darkness of my heart?

Are they the sins not confessed flung at the altar

by our own hard-heartedness that will not depart?

Blaming the world around us from our shaded corner

Pointing fingers of our heart in anger and despair

Accepting the confusion as a healthy donor,

as we drink its bitter liquid, to gobble it fair and square

Jan Wienen