Meditation on one verse of a Hebrew Song prompted this two-bit poem:

But I have calmed and quietened my soul, like a weaned child with its mother;

like a weaned child is my soul within me.” – Psalm 131:2


Denied …

Luscious founts of

daily sustenance

Unfailing cornucopia

of suckling consolation

… withdrawn


Aggrieved …

tempests of self-assertiveness erupt

howling gales of tyrannical tantrums

an Atlantic of self-pitying tears

… ignored ?


Pacified …

pitiful sobbings cease

stillness slowly falls

as silence spreads her wings o’er

… the weaned



Withheld …

Tangible tokens of

divine favour

Even Daystar’s

radiant beams


… Beclouded


Scandalized …

infantile pique lashes out

with rational accusings:

‘unfair’ ‘uncaring’ ‘abandoned’

soul screams

… unattended ?


Becalmed …

consciousness awakens to

the silence of a ghostly whisper

in trusting, inner depths of

… the weaned