Draw back the waters,
moses, let me join.
bring down the waves, the tides,
and let me come to you.
Oh father, where has this wall come form?
Have you shielded me, blinded me from seeing your truth and you grace?
Are you ashamed of me, do you hate me,
do you wish me to burn away?
Oh father, where are you,
you’re needed more than ever,
God please just speak again.
I don’t like it.
No, my rebellion is in earnest,
the sting of my defiance is true,
aye, the tears that once defined a vision
now cloud more than ever before.
And I feel lost in angst, my hatred
And confused and disgusted all the same.
of what? I don’t know.
My struggle is as unclear as it always has been.
I wonder so often,
and I question incessantly,
why seeing you is so difficult.