PSALMS © 2008
I will be the god of the storm, made a suffering giant,
This land can no longer endure, and understands the extent of my pain.
I am everything, from all the shells by the vast sea,
The gaze in different ways, slates learning to bury.
Because I can hear the groans and distant pain calling,
My soul belongs to the suffering who can no longer cry.
I am the child of a god, in slow steps towards splendor,
Where a new altar awaits me, Christ extending His love.
And in the echo of the winds, my voice rises to resound,
I am a giant, but fragile, and in this world I continue to love.
I carry the burdens of those who have no strength to rise,
While Christ cradles me, in an eternal embrace to console me.