Psalm 42 - Reflected

My heart thirsts, my soul longs to remember the days ago,

when each word I uttered was praise.

Yet amidst the multitude of voices and callings of the world
I am disquieted, I am shaken, I am seperated.

Holding fast to only my hope in God, my hope in the promise fulfilled.

For deep calls out and brings me to see you, to see my distance.

Almost like a taunt.

I am disquieted, I am shaken, I am seperated.
Holding fast to only my home in God, my hope in the promise fulfilled.

(c) KSC 2007

This poem was written during a meditative prayer time in my Christian Spirituality and Prayer class earlier this afternoon.