My God, my God, why have you forsaken
us? Why are you so far away? Be not far from us for trouble is near. And all
those who surround us are of no help. Monsters and the roaring sea rush over
us; and terror is on every side. The destroyer comes suddenly—we live in
constant threat of his appearing. And yet you are nowhere to be found. We are
in a precarious position of social exposure. We as your people live in a world
absent of you. The praises of your people originate from within yourself. And
you dwell in the praises of your people. Must we then sing of your return so
that you might return to us? But who will teach us this New Song?
Even in your absence, you have sent us
the Song of your appearing: the One who crushes the heads of slithering
serpents and traverses over the thrashing of the swelling seas. He is the Song
of your appearing. The voice which calms the terror. The crow which ends the
night. The Song of your appearing has taught us to sing. We sing in spirit and
in tune. And in our harmony you return again.
Michael
J Thate
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