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God, that can save me,

Your kingdom echoes night and day with my
Cry.

Choose to hear my plea:
Acknowledge me, and lend to me your ear
For I drown here in dark.
I am as dead,
Strewn strengthless, lifeless,
Splayed and anchorless, cloaked deep in blackness, gagging on earth.
Known not,
Forgot.

You
Have cast me down, to deepest depths of sorrow.

You
Weigh ocean anger on me, waves snatching unborn breath.

You
Fence off now scornful friends; pin down numb, reaching limbs.

See. Suffering my vision gags,
Yet still I call, all-straining voice and will and all.

For don’t you
Play wonders yet with death? Make graves places of praise?

Don’t you
Transform e’en hell with kindly love? With faith destroy despair?

Don’t you
Cause dark to shimmer, forge reflections of your glory?


Yet God, that can save me,
I ask for less. How can you breathe my sobbed out air?

Why
turn your face away - deem worthless this
my cause?


I’ve borne too long,
I creep beside myself for comfort from those terrors
That in tidal waves surround.

Now lover, friend, acquaintance turns his face,
Retreats with you
Up
Into space.