By Anne Sexton
I am not lazy.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
When a lazy man, they say,
looks toward heaven,
the angels close the windows.
keep the windows open
so that I may reach in
and steal each object,
objects that tell me the sea is not dying,
objects that tell me the dirt has a life-wish,
that the Christ who walked for me,
walked on true ground
and that this frenzy,
like bees stinging the heart all morning,
will keep the angels
with their windows open,
wide as an English bathtub.
I have been a razor poised
on my own delicate wrists
and I have pushed until
my brilliant red blood trickled
like crimson tears
down my arm onto the filthy
I have been the bleeding arm
and the tear-stained,
I have been without hope and
emptier than an atheist’s soul.
I have laid me down to sleep
and prayed for death and not
And yet you came.
You came when I cried out,
alone, hopeless & dying
and you gave me hope
and washed me with your
bandaging my broken,
barely beating heart with
your most tender words & then
hiding me under your wings
like a mother bird
until the world felt safe
How can I not be heartbroken
& so fucking sad when others
who've never known
your salvation---the hardcore,
disregard you and spit
in your face? But then,
I guess you're used to that.
I will always love you
and worship you
as if my life depends on it---
because it does.
Psalm 91 1 Those who live in the shelter of the Most High
will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 This I declare about the Lord:
He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;
he is my God, and I trust him.
3 For he will rescue you from every trap
and protect you from deadly disease.
4 He will cover you with his feathers.
He will shelter you with his wings.
His faithful promises are your armor and protection.
5 Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night,
nor the arrow that flies in the day.
6 Do not dread the disease that stalks in darkness,
nor the disaster that strikes at midday.
7 Though a thousand fall at your side,
though ten thousand are dying around you,
these evils will not touch you.
8 Just open your eyes,
and see how the wicked are punished.
9 If you make the Lord your refuge,
if you make the Most High your shelter,
10 no evil will conquer you;
no plague will come near your home.
11 For he will order his angels
to protect you wherever you go.
12 They will hold you up with their hands
so you won’t even hurt your foot on a stone.
13 You will trample upon lions and cobras;
you will crush fierce lions and serpents under your feet!
14 The Lord says, “I will rescue those who love me.
I will protect those who trust in my name.
15 When they call on me, I will answer;
I will be with them in trouble.
I will rescue and honor them.
16 I will reward them with a long life
and give them my salvation.”