psalm 16

psalm 16

and You suffered through

all that I can imagine

every tear, drizzle

or deluge

each prick of pain, jagged 

sharp and raw

You felt it, carried it

before I noticed

and You whisper low

into my cloud

“come, let’s talk about it

I’ll take that from you”

why then do I sit reluctant

almost afraid to release what I 

never needed

let it go

Your hands far more

capable than mine