My Poor Refrain

I want to scream against the night
Guttural, ephemeral, until my echo
Reaches whatever height
Is required for You to know

I can’t do this forever.

These wounds feel wasted, by and by,
Show me who You are
Show me You aren’t some lullaby
We sing at the dark

To put off the Never.

If no one is coming to love me
Don’t fill my sails
With the winds of hope, see
How I fail

And have pity if You don’t have mercy.

Oh You, my King, the God in Egypt,
God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob:

Love Your possession;

Show Yourself.

I say with all utmost respect.