Repairing The Breach

the dark night comes, O Lord how long will its damp shadows damn my soul? barging in here, unwelcome, unwanted, unkind and you, O Lord, what bloody use have you been? I cry out – you don’t answer this frayed life of mine leaks out and you are blind? do something, O Lord anything! answer me – show me some respect! a dull nudge would do lest I sleep the sleep of death light these bleak nights rescue me, take me where rivers run fresh and wattle grows proud where bush warblers chase and chirp it’s crazy, but I trust you, still your kind-heartedness leans in agitating freedom splashing grace helter-skelter I’m hitched to you, for the long haul I can cop that not by “happy endings” not by “joy joy joy” or any of that shite but by you, under my skin and in my bones even in my wild heart you, my God lay claim upon me so I rest so I say to this day, amen days and nights Matthew Anstey, 2021 35