Psalm

Psalm

A psalm when I have no words,
A song when I have no tune,
Silence, where the melody of certainty once played.

But certainty lacked cadence,
A restrictive rhythm that told me what to sing and when,
Stifling my heart song.

For the truest words spring from a place of pain,
Captivating melodies emerge from the darkest corners,
I long for the songs I sang, before I cared how they sounded.

I still believe,
Though my whispered song has felt drowned out,
By the crashing of a hundred angry waves.

I want to sing,
Though the old words feel contrived,
And I struggle to articulate the new.
I’m searching for the brave song,
The melodies where faith and doubt embrace.