One Psalm


You know,
I was never planning on living this long.
I have followed this trail high up in the mountain
and now the way seems to have vanished
for lack of travelers.

How could you abandon me after stringing me along this path?
I thought you were the one who had it all under control,
but now I’m flying like a plane without a rudder.

Return O Lord,
I am nothing and nowhere without you.
Grasp my hand again and guide me as in days of old.
Fruitless are my manly exercises in bringing about your good.

Bring me again to the clothesline
where those brilliant white sheets
waffle about in the breezes,
and your pure, cool, and cleansing breath
blows through my heart like a golden flute!