Oh God,
I am under the water
I am walled up
I am blinded
I am numbered
with the unremembered dead
In the day I cry out to you
In the night I cry out to you
In salt and breakers
I cry out
Oh God I am dying
Can wonders be done
in this camp of shadow?
Are songs sung here?
The dead give you no praise
The dead give you no dances
Their voice is gone
Their throat is raw
with drowned weeping
Oh God I am under the water
Save me
Lord, I breathe in
Lord, I open
Lord, open
Beautiful. Puts me in mind of the song by Charlie Peacock with the line, Down in the low lands (which may be the title). Like a good psalm there is something timeless in what you have written. I know I can relate.
"thrive"
O
P.S.
I am closing the goodddogbaddog (and uncollectedentries) this week so you may want to remove the link. I will be here though, reading. God bless.
I love it. It hits and washes over me. You know I'm not necessarily religious, but this poem has amazing 'push', it smashes into my forehead and settles in the depths of my stomach.
Please, please keep writing.