Levy the bard...

i would love to concider myself a poet... only i'm really not very good. i enjoy the idea of poetry, i am really very keen on its ability to transfigure pathos to word for the bard and then back to pathos for the reader. many times, when i feel alone, abandoned and forsaken by whomever, God, my friends, family, ya know, whatever, it helps my to write... specifically poetry, there's just something about it.
i've always like David's poetry in the Psalms. they have always comforted me. i think it's because he didn't have the idea spiritual life either, and, much like me sometimes, he felt alone, left be all around him, even God, to the devises of this world. with that said, i'm sure that is the reason i wrote this poem. there are only 150 Pslams, so, i wrote the 151st, and so on...


PSALM 151


O LORD, how far must i go before i may see Your face?
How long will you withhold your Will from my gaze?
Like a weathered cedar i wait for a glimps of the sun, and for a taste of fresh water.
LORD i so desire to deepen my roots, to spread them to the depths of the earth.

Yet, I do not grow. My roots do not deepen. My buds do not bloom. My leaves turn dry. And my branches wither.

Has the LORD forsaken his beloved cedar?


PSALM 152


Loneliness follows me like a dim shadow cast upon a white-washed wall.
Why does the sting of death mean nothing to me, yet the mere thought of being alone chokes out my joy like a weed to a rose?

Who can bring me out of this valley of want?

Not since Adam's deep sleep has a man been as willing as i to part with bone simply to know the flesh of a partner.

Nevertheless, doomed is my fate. A surprise? No. Fitting? Of course.

LORD, help your servant hope, help your servant trust, help your servant love.