The strange sound beneath my heart felt like the devil's footsteps.
I'm the product of pain,
Yet my soul still sings in the lonely nights.
I was lost; I didn't know who I was
In this cold song of emotions.
But I had to pick up my soul like a grocery list.
I had to brighten up my appearance like a candle,
Despite the wind blowing.
I had to fold my hands and say:
The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
Refreshes my soul, guiding along the right paths for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley, no fear shall I keep.
For you are with me; your rod and staff, comforting in the deep.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies,
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows with delight.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
