The Plot Twist: a response to Psalm 2

Through I know that this is vanity, this is evil,

I admit I am, sometimes, partial

To plotting, to conniving counsel.

You who sit enthroned far and away - will you laugh?

When you speak to me at last,

Will it be with wrath?

I know I am grasping ever after further vanity.

And you know I am terrified of truth already.

So, would you spare me? I cannot take this – this holy fury.

I wonder: can I bear to see the earth dashed?

I know you would give and give if only I turned and asked,

Quietly. But can I bear that?

For certainly I have mastered the trembling, the fear

But when does the rejoicing appear?

Never in all my plotting did I consider that thought –

That possibility of refuge here.