Psalm for the Lament of Bo
OH God. Hear my wails. Hear my screams.
Hear my damage.
Bo is dead.
My son, my progeny. Oh my adored. Oh. Oh. Oh.
I am dark and restless.
Stabbing at your angels as they try to comfort me.
I suppose I should thank You for the other times when you have come in the machine.
But now, I can only shake my head and ask you why have you done this terrible thing.
God.
Wash away my anger.
Take my cries and wring them like a sponge upon my head bowed down
So that my tears
Bloom in me the shriveled flower left so much to die.
Amen.
OH God. Hear my wails. Hear my screams.
Hear my damage.
Bo is dead.
My son, my progeny. Oh my adored. Oh. Oh. Oh.
I am dark and restless.
Stabbing at your angels as they try to comfort me.
I suppose I should thank You for the other times when you have come in the machine.
But now, I can only shake my head and ask you why have you done this terrible thing.
God.
Wash away my anger.
Take my cries and wring them like a sponge upon my head bowed down
So that my tears
Bloom in me the shriveled flower left so much to die.
Amen.
posted by jb at
10:01 PM
1 Comments:
JB,
I'm not even sure how I got to your blog today. But you've been on my mind and I wanted to let you know that. Just that. I became a Sufi several years ago, largely because this particular order has such a beautiful healing tradition. I just finished the 6th module of healing school which stretches me in ways I never imagined possible. Maybe that's why you came through so clearly today. Hope all is going okay. Stay in touch. Much love and many blessings.
Linda F
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