How am I frustrated? Let me count
the ways!
Frustration to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when quarantined from sight.
My hands untouched are waiting for your grace.
My anger grows with freedom gone for days
Thus my quiet need becomes bright light.
It irks me freely, but to protest is not right.
It irks me purely, as I hold my praise.
It irks me with the passion put to use
In my old grief, and my Presbyterian faith.
It irks me with intensity. I’d like to lose
This binding hex. It irks me with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and God please choose
To end this exile long before my death!
Frustration to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when quarantined from sight.
My hands untouched are waiting for your grace.
My anger grows with freedom gone for days
Thus my quiet need becomes bright light.
It irks me freely, but to protest is not right.
It irks me purely, as I hold my praise.
It irks me with the passion put to use
In my old grief, and my Presbyterian faith.
It irks me with intensity. I’d like to lose
This binding hex. It irks me with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and God please choose
To end this exile long before my death!
Bearing Untold Stories 