1 December 2019
How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I take counsel in my soul and have sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?
Psalm 13:1-2
I’m the traveller waiting in transit,
whose flight is not yet fixed or known to him,
in a foreign land whose food he now eats,
whose language he now speaks fluently in.
The boarding time—that’s still a mystery,
but the retail offers make up for it,
and the cheap spa’s soothing soul therapy,
one would give up checking every minute.
Crowds or jostling bother not much longer
than the dated movies showing on screen,
so other travellers ‘round drinks gather,
forget the land they were meant to be in:
the land of ancestors and native tongues,
of healing and soulful songs to be sung.