Why have you forgotten Him?
Oh, you soul of bitterness.
I stand on the dry land,
surrounded by those who sense your rotten scent,
Oh my soul.
It is not well
that I should perish
unable to drench your putrid mess in water
This desert cannot compare
to the deep, deep well
that I so desperately need.
Oh my soul,
Why are you so downcast,
Oh my soul,
unable to gaze up toward the hope
that could save.
This is not well
Crackled and brittle
Oh my soul, I stumble
with this thirst.
If only I could find a well
Where deep calls to deep,
But that kind of roaring showers of glory
isn't for us, oh my soul.
Is it for us?
Oh
my
God,
have you forgotten
me
and my soul?
I relinquish the breath in my lungs,
Throw to the dirt all that I am,
Oh my soul, please leave me alone.
But dirt turns to rock
beneath me.
And cold
becomes wet
becomes a trickle
becomes a stream.
Oh my soul.
The river has found me.
OH
MY SOUL.
I stumble into hope, into grace, into a river
flowing with life.
This is our hope,
Oh my soul.
Be clean,
Oh my soul.
Drink deep,
Oh my soul.
And it is well
with my soul.
First draft. Written as a spoken-word poem based on Psalm 42. Some parts meant be whispered, some meant to be screamed.