On Fridays, my current intention is to Repost something I've previously written. This Psalm comes from Book II of my private collection of Poetics.
Psalm Nine
In the silence of the night
I am mindful of you,
O Lord!
Your majesty and goodness
are ever in my thoughts.
You sustain me, O God!
Your Holy Word comforts me
and your Creation lifts me up.
Like Paul of Old,
I am ready to come home.
I am thankful for the Gift
and yet, I am weary of this place.
The problems overwhelm me;
the difficulties perplex.
My bones ache and my head hurts.
My breathing is heavy
and my mind wanders
and is often lost.
My eyes no longer focus clearly,
neither near nor far.
They water more and more
as in weeping.
My emotions are ragged
constantly;
I am wound as tight as a drum.
My nerves are scraped
as one grates at cheese.
Even after two and fifty years
I feel yet a child.
“I do not know how to go out
nor to come in.”
I complain and yet
do not wish to complain,
for I know I’ve been given
a great gift with purpose.
My complaints reach the ears
of good friends.
I’m told I’m doing fine
but their words provide
but short-term comfort.
Like Paul, I know it is better
for family and for friends
that I stay a while longer
and finish my appointed chores.
It is your strength
that sustains me, O Lord!
Your grace is an encouragement
ever to persevere.
Only you, O God,
understand fully my plight,
and strengthen me sufficient
for the day.
Even amidst my weeping,
I will ever be thankful
and praise your Holy Name.
Praise the Lord God!
Praise the Lord God Almighty!
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