Better late than never!
Thou Hast Brought Me Into the Dust of Death
“They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion. I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.”
Armor & Swords & Shields & Such
Prayers await answers. Battles rage on. Shields up, swords drawn! my friend Rosie always says. And she’s so so right!