Like Lot

Like Lot we flee
      to the refuge
And then from fear
      flee once more,
Not to the high places
      above, safe and secure,
But to promising places
      that give nothing.

Like Lot we fear
      to hope, to trust
In the Lord on high
      and choose other choices,
Hiding in darkness
       thinking no one can see.
Forgetting completely
       the gaze of One who sees.

Like Lot God calls
       us to His refuge,
To His safe high places
        away from danger,
And carrying nothing
        we go and live,
Or, holding on,
         we stay and die.

(Psalm 11)