Oh God, how my heart beats me up.
Its own rod and staff comfort me not.
My face runs flat with self-control.
My figuring has no end.
My passions, frail, off balance
Lead me beside myself
Where no water is.
Then a mockingbird flew silently by,
And I heard a hummingbird remember the lyrics.
A cardinal blushed.
A raven was its own shadow.
The fog lifted my countenance
Enough to see the mystery of You.
The Thou of this I.
You suggested I lighten up
As the sun crested a weary scape.
Ah, the light by which I see
Then we laughed.