Psalm 22

He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.
None of the usual social codes applied.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
If he were a coward, he could hide
Behind a stoic mask like a hockey goalie.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.

He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.
Conflicted feelings bide but don’t subside.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
If he possessed a soupcon more of pride
He could dismiss these deep concerns as lowly.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.

He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.
X strove to think, but found his brain was fried.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
If he were a glutton, he might have tried
Washing down cannoli with some Stoli.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.

He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.
If he were more soft-hearted, he’d have cried.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He cocked his head a little to one side
And pursed his lips like Angelina Jolie.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.

He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.
Grief and hope continued to collide.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
If his sense of self were half as wide,
He could embrace fraternal feelings solely.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.

He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.
If he were cooler, he’d take this all in stride.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
As long as he’d come this far on the ride
He might as well surrender to it wholly.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.

He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.
X figured truth should be his only guide.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He trusted that his ego could best provide
A sense of all that’s base and all that’s holy.
He sat outside the Meeting House and sighed.
He rubbed his palms together very slowly.

[3:00 / praying / triolet / palms / savior / Meeting House]