will you hear me when i
call
you, my righteousness, my
hope. this voice must find
a home, a curling place,
your ear.
turn your face to me now.
may it be a kind face.
let it be an open window.
every day you trade your
glory
for shame. every day you
choose
a lie, you lay waste
to the song
you hide.
still, i will sing.
and you will hear.
i may become angry.
i will not point the
finger.
Slowly i will lay down
next to you. i will be
still.
in the morning
you will find my song
nestled in the hollow
of your neck.
shyly, i offer you this
gift.
let me take the doubt
about your neck; let me
be good to you.
let me feel the heat
of your attention,
let joy sound its note
full of good things –
let us become drunk
as we lay down
in peace, and sleep.
let me be safe.
