psalm 12

psalm 12

I have been quiet, compliant

not wishing to disturb 

as if You did not already know

my heart songs

the deep, low wail of distress

questions build upon questions

ever seeking the answer

that would obliterate the need

for more discussion, yet

I hear, more than enough

the expected reply  “wait”

the ache rushes in, the sad sinking

“how long then?” my lament

 is sharp, cold, bitter

“how long?” David also queried

and waited, aching, lamenting

yet choosing to turn, I will also turn

my back to the wall 

and the wind, and the wail

and I will worship, yes worship

until…