for Psalm 13 days and nights

Matthew P. Anstey, Feb 2021

the dark night comes, O Lord

how long will its damp shadows damn my soul?

barging in here,

unwelcome, unwanted, unkind

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and you, O Lord,

what bloody use have you been?

I cry out – you don’t answer

this frayed life of mine leaks out

and you are blind?

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do something, O Lord

anything!

answer me – show me some respect!

a dull nudge would do

lest I sleep the sleep of death

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light these bleak nights

rescue me, take me

where rivers run fresh and wattle grows proud

where bush warblers chase and chirp

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it’s crazy, but I trust you, still

your kind-heartedness leans in

agitating freedom

splashing grace helter-skelter

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I’m hitched to you, for the long haul

I can cop that

not by “happy endings”

not by “joy joy joy”

or any of that shite

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but by you,

under my skin and in my bones

even in my wild heart

you, my God

lay claim upon me

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so I rest

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so I say to this day, amen

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