Silence Psalm

Commission from my friend Sam Herbig. Actually one of my favorites that I've written.

Sew my lips with barbed wire

and deafen me with silence

that I might hear Thy voice

from the wakening day

to my moon-late vespers;

yet Thou sayest nothing.

Thunderous silence hath stricken my soul;

I cannot know Thee.

Even music rings bitter in my heart,

echoing hollow, resounding in the deep.

Thou hast left hence�"why hast Thou gone from me?

What wrongs have I wrought?

If Thou wouldst but name them, I would remove them from me,

but Thou hast forsaken me.

 

But, hast Thou forsaken me?

O, but when I stumble in the night,

Who hath made it?

O, but when I weep in the morning hours,

Who hath conceived even my tears?

O, and when I am lost in silence,

Whose words yet ring in my ears?

Lo, from silence I shall find

Thine answers in my turbulent mind.

So have I no grievances to bring?

No; but I have more reasons to sing

than stars that hangeth in the sky.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

This was a fun read. I liked your middle English.