Psalm 8

O Lord our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy glory above the heavens.

Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.

When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;

What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?

For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.

Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet:

All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field;

The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.

O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!

Hypocrite

You always told me to be louder,

That whispers command no respect. 

But when screamed I out all my pain,

You asked me to be quiet again. 

Stars, Salt, and Marrow

You were the stars in my night sky,

The salt in my wide sea,

And the marrow in my heavy bones.

But now the night is black, 

The sea, bitter,

And my hallow bones crack

At the merest touch. 

Breathe Out

Every breath out

Was filled with

Galaxies, universes, solar systems

Of things I could have said. 

But didn't. 

Begone

You never leave me.

I've been writing about you

For too many months. 

Summer

I craved what you did.

The feel of your hands and breath,

But you were too cruel. 

I sleep alone

I sleep alone now. 

Though I long to feel your touch,

I'm learning to cope.