Psalm

 

I call on your name

be with me through the night

Still the liquid form of terror

in your name. Hold my

frail frame and belly

and break the roots of darkness

rising in my soul like

a haunted ancestral house

O break the roots that

pour the sap of fear

within my bones

and free me from

the hand of night which lifts me

as a floating cloud

Join my flesh and bones

and soul and spirit

to the vine

Tie me with your mighty

chords to the rock

Come quickly

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s