songs of comfort

give me a song

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you
are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.—Psalm 23:4 ESV

1
what can you say
to my soul
limping
under burdens
of epic notions
that i cannot
overcome

2
give me a song
beyond this commotion
that i might fashion an ocean
from domestic rations
for the calming
of my irate passions

3
give me a melody
of sweet devotion
that i might ease
this loneliness
and cool my vile
emotions

4
as the moth to the flame
so the bow to the violent—
nay, the bow to the violin
whose chaffing
bleeds
spasmodic strains
that mortify my pains

5
if you must drain me
let me disdain you
for my g-string
has wept its last
cadence
a hemiola
given unto death
after the strickening
of hungry ears

6
silence solace
gives me no less
than my zero
expectations
twice removed
and yet unloved
by the unprincipled darkness
of shallow minds
whose blinds
shut out the light
of the moon’s
delight

7    
my last breath
exxhales      
on the bridgeboard
of my broken violin
sin
pressed to the wall
by the redemption
of steep
fervent
sleep…

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by Clyve A. Bowen♫