A Carolina Psalter. Tony Scully

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      Apparently, we’re on our own

      If we choose to say

      Death is your almighty will

      Then good

      That way

      We can play religion too

      Arise, Lord! Lift up your heart!Do not forget us.

      You see the trouble of the afflicted

      Except you don’t

      Or if you do

      You don’t

      Sorry about that

      I was off my meds

       The Lord is King for ever and ever

      The nations of his enemies will perish from his land

      How’s that?

      Psalm Eleven

      1 In God do I take refuge:How say ye to my soul,Flee as a bird to your mountain;2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow,They make ready their arrow upon the string,That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;3 If the foundations be destroyed,What can the righteous do?4 God is in his holy temple;God, his throne is in heaven;His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.5 God trieth the righteous;But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares;Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.7 For God is righteous; he loveth righteousness:The upright shall behold his face.

      I have put my trust in you

      Not knowing you

      Merely sensing you

      Suspecting you

      The innate they say

      Felt

      Not understood

      Not tested

      No trials

      Unsurveyed

      Still

      For the unknowing

      You

      Five thousand years of promises

      To destroy my enemies

      Raining fire and brimstone on whose we call wicked

      This, the revealed inheritance

      Prayed aloud in the camps

      By the evicted and the starved

      The butchered

      The hanged

      As the wicked drove off

      Afterwards

      To their ceaseless celebrations

      In Portofino

      Cozumel

      And Beverly Hills

      Psalm Twelve

      1 Help, O God; for the godly man ceaseth;For the faithful fail from among the children of men.2 They speak falsehood every one with his neighbor:With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.3 God will cut off all flattering lips,The tongue that speaketh great things;4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail;Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?5 Because of the oppression of the poor, Because of the sighing of the needy,Now will I arise, saith God;I will set him in the safety he panteth for.6 The words of God are pure words;As silver tried in a furnace on the earth,Purified seven times.7 Thou wilt keep them, O God,Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.8 The wicked walk on every side,When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

      I am surrounded by betrayal

      Praised to my face

      Flattered loudly

      None better, they say

      Another version of me

      Is visited behind my back

      I am misquoted

      Defamed

      Slandered

      Where are you

      Who promises to cut off

      The lips of my accusers?

      Who promises to keep me safe?

      You turn me into a corporate wife

      To be cheated on relentlessly

      You claim

      You are truth revealed

      When in fact

      You are the truth of money

      Collected at the door

      Psalm Thirteen

      1 How long, O God? wilt thou forget me for ever?How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul,Having sorrow in my heart all the day?How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?3 Consider and answer me, O God my God:Lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;4 Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him;Lest mine adversaries rejoice when I am moved.5 But I have trusted in thy loving kindness;My heart shall rejoice in thy salvation.6 I will sing unto God,Because he hath dealt bountifully with me.

      Who will hear me?

      Somebody who

      Where are you now

      Whoever you are?

      Lighten my soul

      Lift my sorrow

      Otherwise

      What good

      This hunger in my heart?

      What sense

      Can I ascribe to pain

      And loss

      Did someone mention death?

      They say the world laughs at calamity

      The misery of the poor

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