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
~~~ SCENARIO ONE ~~~
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… withdrawn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
~~~ SCENARIO TWO ~~~
Withheld …
Tangible tokens of
divine favour
Even Daystar’s
radiant beams
suddenly
… Beclouded
~~~
Scandalized …
infantile pique lashes out
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
~~~