I couldn’t make my bedroom church

reading psalms and Lord’s prayers


the light of my lamp and

the portion of my cup couldn’t


lift my soul mired in passions

and silence of the morning


the confessions couldn’t remove

my anguish of ages


nor the tears and cries strengthen

faith  hope  and love – the rock


slips the grip for enemies

within don’t halt my body



glues to the ground seeking

darkness of the womb and joys


ever restless the child doesn’t

grow  and the father  fails


in verses I can’t hide fears

my face I despise, can’t find


freedom from the chemicals

sprayed in the air and the smog


oppressing my breath, the sun

fails to keep the covenant


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