Winter Lament – Psalm 55

Listener in Chief,
hear Your daughters’ urgent complaint:
crazed with terror, torn from home,
refugees drown or starve
while wealth wielder brags he could shoot
someone in the street and not lose one vote.

It’s so hard to be human
when so many are inhuman,
seems hardest of all for women and children.
Couldn’t we be free spirit doves instead?

All-Divining Sensor,
record our heart murmurs.
We expect outright rejection
from tycoons and buffoons, but
family members’ disrespect floors us.

Frozen in place, stir crazy,
let us hear Your loving voice,
Extra-Sensory Perceiver,
in silent tree shadows
and crystal snow sparkles.

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