On Praying Psalm 130

March 13th, 2026 | 1 min read

How many wind up
spitting at the rising sun
because to them
it doesn’t mean hope
but just another day to dread
the known and unknown,
the lingering of the beleaguering,
or simply the callousness of indifference?

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Joel Kurz

Joel Kurz is a parish pastor in a Missouri college-town. Born in Tennessee, raised in the Philippines, Missouri, and Texas, he tries to be attentive to every place he is. A poet, essayist, and reviewer, his writing has appeared over the years in places such as Sojourners, Weavings, The Cresset, Friends Journal, Concordia Journal, Worship, Lutheran Forum, Mockingbird, The Land Report, and EcoTheo Review. Whenever he can, he makes time to run, hike, garden, and cook.

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On Praying Psalm 130

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