Someone who believes he will never be moved from generation to generation without calamity who's seen trouble and grief felt it gnaw shatter break but never go away would find it hard to be moved he's cried for help for too long there is no answer he knows no language for hope for longing for love he's observed evil for too long it runs in his veins it is the pulse of his heart he only knows to take matters into his own hands "God has forgotten," he says and then, "There is no God" because that is easier to live with then believing a father forgot his child This way, he can lurk and seize and kill Listen carefully- is the sound of hope in any of this? sharp wildly off key give us ears to hear the music in the trouble so that we might sing - our voices lifting, pairing, harmonizing, strengthening so that he is moved so that he is singing a melody of hope
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LOVE this and the way you wrote this Psalm almost as an anthem to continue to cry out in hope...because “surely God will hear their (our) cries and comfort them (us).”
Callie, this is so good. Of course it set me off to read the psalm for myself, and I love the way you parsed out the meaning. Especially these lines,
"Listen carefully-
is the sound of hope
in any of this?
sharp
wildly off key
give us ears to hear
the music in the trouble
so that we might sing -"
My family is facing some situations that need infusions of Hope, and your poem is an encouragement.