for the trite
trivial and twee;
when the mysteries of heaven
are swaddled in shabby perfection, the skies aflame
with the songs of men and angels.
Remember my affliction and my wanderings,
the wormwood and the gall!
My soul continually remembers it
and is bowed down within me.
But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
It is good that one should wait quietly
The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul who seeks him.
~ Lamentations 3:19-26, ESV