Psalm 131, A Song of Ascent, of David.
I kick and rage–
proud heart, haughty eyes
I thought I’d
made my mark
already.
Insides spinning–
a hope deferred–anxiety
throbbing through my thighs.
It’s all too great for me,
I cannot
bear it.
Teach me to be-
To know who holds me
upon Her knee, and then
I’d drift contentedly
to peace.
I stop kicking and sit, still
proud-hearted-haughty;
yet there is no need to
make a mark
today.
You hold me
there is hope–now,
and when
forever comes,
with You I will rise.
©James Matichuk, 2016