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
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?
do something, O Lord
anything!
answer me – show me some respect!
a dull nudge would do
lest I sleep the sleep of death
light these bleak nights
rescue me, take me
where rivers run fresh and wattle grows proud
where bush warblers chase and chirp
it’s crazy, but I trust you, still
your kind-heartedness leans in
agitating freedom
splashing grace helter-skelter
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
but by you,
under my skin and in my bones
even in my wild heart
you, my God
lay claim upon me
so I rest
so I say to this day, amen