Issue #20 (2011) PDF - myweb - Long Island University

MAKE ME TO HEAR
"Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones
which thou has broken may rejoice." – Psalms 51:8
No, broken bones won‘t kill me, but do
slow me down in my fast lane life. The Deity
said, "Listen up!" but I too often do
not. It‘s an acoustical universe, divinely
inspired. The Word. Aural literacy required.
Survival in the Black Hole, unseen, might be
under the sea. No sunlight below 656 feet.
Lord, I crawl like a crab, hoping to hear Thee,
the ping of your holy sonar. Thousands
of times I was admonished to pay attention.
Some translations say “crushed” bones.
I will be given a chance, among stars and stones
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