I am withered away:O God, heal me; for my bones are troubled.3 My soul also is sore troubled:And thou, O God, how long?4 Return, O God, deliver my soul:Save me for thy loving kindness’ sake.5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee:In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?6 I am weary with my groaning;Every night make I my bed to swim;I water my couch with my tears.7 Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;For God hath heard the voice of my weeping.9 God hath heard my supplication;God will receive my prayer.10 All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled:They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.
Lord, who am I talking to?
I beg you
Do not rebuke me in your anger
I am the one rebuking me
I tell you my bones are in agony
You or someone else not you
Tells me to see the
Orthopedic surgeon
Or maybe a neurologist
Like a wife abused
Beaten, raped, reviled
I have given up waiting on your name
Knowing it’s only a matter of time
Before I too
Am delivered to the flames
My ashes scattered to the winds
Have you given birth to my soul
To let me drown in the dark of the world?
Have you encouraged multiple creeds
So believers can kill and maim
In your name
And drag me into madness
Imprinting on my newborn soul
Tribe as Higher Power?
My analyst takes notes
For the revelation
That I am acting out
With anger
And resentment
And fury
For being alive
Apparently
I no longer wait on a Messiah
Only for the Garden of Eden to return
At least in my imagination
Dancing girls
With incredible legs
And breasts that bounce
To intoxicate me
And mesmerize me
And love me
More than you
Or do I want to be worshipped too?
Psalm Seven
1 O God my God, in thee do I take refuge:Save me from all them that pursue me, and deliver me,2 Lest they tear my soul like a lion,Rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.3 O God my God, if I have done this;If there be iniquity in my hands;4 If I have rewarded evil unto him that was at peace with me (Yea, I have delivered him that without cause was mine adversary;)5 Let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it;Yea, let him tread my life down to the earth,And lay my glory in the dust. 6 Arise, O God, in thine anger;Lift up thyself against the rage of mine adversaries,And awake for me; thou hast commanded judgment.7 And let the congregation of the peoples compass thee about;And over them return thou on high.8 God ministereth judgment to the peoples:Judge me, O God, according to my righteousness, And to mine integrity that is in me.9 Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end, But establish thou the righteous:For the righteous God trieth the minds and hearts.10 My shield is with God,Who saveth the upright in heart.11 God is a righteous judge,Yea, a God that hath indignation every day.12 If a man turn not, he will whet his sword;He hath bent his bow, and made it ready;13 He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death;He maketh his arrows fiery shafts.14 Behold, he travaileth with iniquity;Yea, he hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood.15 He hath made a pit, and digged it,And is fallen into the ditch which he made.16 His mischief shall return upon his own head,And his violence shall come down upon his own pate.17 I will give thanks unto God according to his righteousness,And will sing praise to the name of God Most High.
Lordy Lordy
Let’s talk about you
The center of imagination
The self-styled creative source
The purported mind
Of the Universe
The world is closing in
I don’t envisage enemies
But they carry Kalashnikovs
And plant land mines under my feet
They bring poison into parks and restaurants
To smother and burn and tear us apart
And where be you?
Father forgive them
Is that it?
Will you let them trample me?
Make me sleep in the dust
Then tell me to turn the other cheek?
Where is your anger against my enemies?
I have given alms to the needy
Fed the hungry
Clothed the naked
Or at least written checks
And you let them deliver me
Into the crematoria
They call you a righteous judge
Is that so?
I search my heart to discover
If I am surfeited with despair
Overflowing with evil
And disillusionment
Do I blame the world
For
