A Psalm for Lent

Write a Psalm?  Me?

I feel so far from anything throne-like

Apostasy is my refuge,

Ego, my strength.

If I should fall from the sky like an eagle

Zipping toward its nest

Lower, yet high still

I’d wonder at the mist around me

Swallowing my young,

My purchase windswept.

Leaving the safety of their nest

I’d wing my way higher

For a closer look at the throne

Golden, yet somehow approachable

I’d duck my head, hide its baldness

Pick at my chest feathers

And wait to be recognized.

©2011