May you find some perspective and
recover your song.
Perspective of my physical place?
The grey couch cover before me,
the shelves of aspirationally bought books
the hidden fudge in fear of judgement
the Bible spread across my thigh
the semi-daily poem writer writes
While sipping a latte.
Perspective of my mental place?
The churning of anxiousness,
the disability of depression
the fear of taking medication
the hope those meds will work
the fear of no taking medications
the terror those meds won’t work.
Perspective of my spiritual place?
The ability to forget my walk so easily
the continued sin, unrepentant
the temptation of nothing changing
the knowledge of my sinful state.
How then shall I recover my song?
Sitting reading
basking in quiet.
Daily prayers with
daily pills.
Daily pills with
daily prayers.
Knowledge of grace
for the repentance of sinners.
Convict me O God,
teach me Your song.