In class the other day we were challenged to worship through writing a psalm. Traditionally the Psalms are very dramatic poetry expressing a deep honesty of the author. The exercise opened up a new way for me to relate to God, primarily through metaphor.
Lord I lay in your pasture,
but do not feel you.
You speak, but you do not shout.
Oh, how I wish your voice thundered.
My fear is like a blanket, my timidity a coat.
They prevent me from feeling the grass and being refreshed by the breeze.
I fight to free myself from under the weight.
I thrash, trying to take off the layers I don’t remember putting on,
but it is as if they are glued to my skin.
Lord, shred them from my body.
Penetrate them with your violent love.
Obliterate them and let me feel you.
Permeate my pores, and saturate me in your presence.
