The inspiration for this poem is found in the title of Psalm 142 which says,
“A contemplation of David. A prayer when he was in a cave.”

Granite chapel, rough, unhewn
Silent, brooding, draws her prey.
Entombs the overwhelm-ed soul
And mutely watches lone assay.

Groans and echoes
In the dark
Heaving chest
And strangled cry
Roaring, Pleading
Broken sobs
Heard by none
But One on high.

Unseen tears grow audible
The stoney reaches cannot hear.
Complaints are muffled, deadened, lost
But still the anguished vocal prayer.

The roar quiesces into words
A refuge claimed; a foothold found
A strength, the will to look ahead
A light, a faith, a hope abound.

Silent, cold, unhearing rock
Granite chapel, left behind.
The soul recesses to the light
The answers to its prayer to find.

R.K.H.
Copyright 2015