I am not lyric any more
I will not play the harp
for your pleasure
I will not make a joyful
noise to you, neither
will I lament
for I know you drink
lamentation, too,
like wine
so I dully repeat
you hurt me
I hate you
I pull my eyes away from the hills
I will not kill for you
I will never love you again
unless you ask me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(Psalm - Poem by Alicia Suskin Ostriker.) Unfortunately this is how many feel toward the holy God. SMH. Lord forgive.