Tripping with the psalms (Psalm 103)

 I ‘m certainly speaking
if not crying
from out of the depths.
Hell, I am so far, far
out of my depth,
clinging to a tide-washed
cliff face, waiting for help.

I’m watching and waiting
Unsure of rescue,
let alone mercy.
Hope went out
with the last wave,
and redemption
now seems unlikely.

Is yearning for you,
such a bad thing?
Surely it is not
so iniquitous?
I know I ache
with desire,
yes, I say, desire!

Please, please
give me your hand
before the next wave
undoes me utterly
and I begin to drift,
to the unfriendly shore
of what might-have-been.