lamentation: A meditation of Psalm 6

Pillow of tears
exhausted
undone
the distant sound of demise
and all I know
today is rebuke
the peril of silence
the hound of hell howls
and yet I know
I know the story
of redemption
when will I see
returning celebrations
and not misery?
a heart of incongruent promises
the lines on my face a well worn path of tears.
How long?
My heart is landlocked from the river of peace
Who is the author of discouragement?
Who is the guardian of a wayward son’s heart?
The pain of bloodsweatgethsemene
From terra firma to eternity
Take this cup from me.