I talk honestly and openly about my experiences with mental illness, fibromyalgia, and chronic fatigue syndrome through the lens of feminism, fat acceptance and process theology. I also do recipe and book reviews. My mission is to spread the message that hope is always real for a better life, despite living in a world that is often very harsh.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Psalm 39

I was afraid to talk,
So silence was my friend.
I did not trust my words,
So I said nothing at all.

But sorrow would not leave me!
No badness came from my lips,
But no goodness came from them either,
So with Godde's help, I began to speak.

I began to cry and mourn and wail.
I felt I was but one big tear
And you used it to cleanse my soul.

I feel as though I am translucent,
A trembling, almost nothing, cloud.
Restore to me my hope
And be my strength-
Help me find my voice.
***************************
To compare it to the original, go here.

No comments:

Post a Comment