Monday, August 09, 2010
From my hidden sins acquit me. Psalm 18: 13
I thought of Psalm 18 last night as I was trying to get to sleep...
But who can detect all of his errors?
From hidden faults acquit me.
From presumption restrain your servant
and let it not rule me.
Then shall I be blameless,
clean from grave sin.
May the spoken words of my mouth,
the thoughts of my heart,
win favor in your sight, O Lord,
my resuer, my rock!
Some days I want to go away to the end of the world and stand on a tall rock, like a Russian ascetic, and stand there and stand there and stand there. Through wind, rain, cold, heat - as the stylites of old, repeating the prayers of the rosary, over and over and over, until I wither from the sun.
From my hidden sins acquit me O Lord!