PSALM 22 REVISITED


Sometimes I despair
Fear overwhelms my heart.
In rage, I raise my fist
Even as I hang my head
In shame
(No black glove.
My slavery is to sin)

I cry out
But it falls unheard
My spirit struggles
Strangling my tears
Then sorrow slips to silence
Anger burns to ash

And, tenderly
the strong pure presence
Comforting...Comforting
Smoothly soothing

I must learn to listen
through my tears
For I never was
Forsaken