O God, Come to my Assistance

Everyday
the church cries
out the same
simple notes

the same
cry of
the heart

oh God,
come to my assistance

oh LORD,
make haste to help me.

Centuries turn
on centuries
and words and hearts clamber
to be seen,
clamber to be heard.

Can I make my
words climb
to heaven.

Can I strain
my song
enough to
be heard.

It is in the
quietude and
simplicity
of the chant

that its sound
echoes
throughout the
ages -

through all eternity.

It is in the
beating of the heart
and its feeling
that these words,
this hymn,
this chant

are carried
aloft
to the ONE

that MYSTERIUM
TREMENDUM.

They
are the words
that feed our GOD;

the words
that nourish
our LORD.

_____

Peace,

+Tom