psalm three
somehow, the complaints
multiply. voices
raised in three-part
harmony. they declare
i am alone. there is no
strength in me.
it is difficult not to
listen.
i might sit here for a
while, quietly.
where is my shield? where
is my sword? where
is my helmet? what
strategies must i devise?
i shall make an enemy of
silence.
i shall raise my voice, my song
shall ring across the
valley,
make its way up the
mountain path
until it knocks at your
door.
these are only the first
notes.
you must be patient. as i will be.
i hear your soft steps as
you walk in
the garden. you call my
name.
your voice sustains me,
and there is no fear.
a wall of faces is only a
wall.
a wall has no teeth.
i will rise with you. i
will rise
to you body, soul, spirit.
so let there be music.
let there be a
celebration.
let
there be dancing.
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