I'll get back to the essays eventually. Hope no one minds my more...emotive stuff.
"Why do I feel so far from you;
Why can't I see the way home?
Why can't I raise my voice to you,
Or offer up my soul again?
I told you, Father, I am undone,
drowning beneath the sun,
hidden in sorrow, an unyielding mute,
a half-baked jar of clay.
Merciful Father, I miss you;
And in the quiet I yearn for you;
God the Just extend your hand;
Let me feel your strength again.
God most holy, thrice holy are you,
And none to you comes close;
All creation kneels before you;
And I can't hear you at all?
You are the everlasting arms;
You are my only consolation--
Though my heart and will tear apart,
You have my heartstrings.
Let my words be few;
And let me be near you.