[i’m beginning to do some thinking around liturgies / worship for mental health week. one of the things we’re doing is sacred space in the city, curated with the family and friends of those living with mental illnesses in mind. we’re using psalm 139:1-12 for this space. this poem won’t be part of it – it ended up going in a different direction – but it’s got my initial reaction to this psalm out of my system! if you’ve ever been ‘watched’ in a destructive way, or had secrets you’ve needed to hide, this psalm has the potential to be oppressive instead of liberating…]
You know when i sit down and when i rise up;
you discern my thoughts from far away – Psalm 139:1-2
what comfort is to be found in this?
you are no more than a divine surveillance camera
watching from on high
swivelling to catch
every move
and thought
recording it for later reviewing
where you can isolate the moment
this all began to go wrong
(and how does that make you different
from anyone else?)
i will not have my life known that much
by anyone
there are secrets to hide
things better left unknown.
so i run
to leave it all behind
and i reach the edge of the world
and the very end of myself
and i throw myself with relief into what lies beyond –
hell, known, for once, by its own name
and it’s here i find
that i’m held
by nothing
but a whisper
that speaks of wonder
of intricate extraordinary fearless beauty
in a tone of overwhelming all-consuming love
and though i look for who else you could be speaking of
i know there is no one here but me
Fionnaigh
Fionnaigh
Cheryl
Fionnaigh