WEDNESDAY

⁶ I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.
⁷ I would flee far away
and stay in the desert;^[c]
8 I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm.”

.

There are days when I would exchange my world

For a cave

Wrap me up in shadows

For darkness put out

My light

.

Carry me away

Over these monochrome mountains

Why would I stay?

What more could you want from me?