Sad and Sorry Fellow...

Be it as little and lowly as a bowl full of beets...
 

 ...or as big as a double-load of straw-bales...give thanks!

A weight that crushes wonder
A tall and thorny hedge
A hollow filled with hunger
Language with bitter edge
A small and sullied window
To dark and dreary view
A shackle forged with sorrow
No fingers can undo
A rolling, tolling rumble
Of oceanic dread
A tongue inclined to grumble
A worry-creased forehead
A definite dream-stealer
A doleful woe-is-me
A hurt that has no healer
Self-pity's malady
A bent and broken cello
A pessimistic smart
A sad and sorry fellow
Is a thankless heart

© Janet Martin

Psalm 7:10-17

My shield is with God,
who saves the upright in heart.
God is a righteous judge
and a God who feels indignation each day.
12If one does not repent,
God will sharpen His sword; He has bent and strung His bow.
13He has prepared His deadly weapons;
He ordains His arrows with fire.
14Behold, the wicked man travails with evil;
he conceives trouble and births falsehood.
15He has dug a hole and hollowed it out;
he has fallen into a pit of his own making.
16His trouble recoils on himself,
and his violence falls on his own head.
17I will thank the LORD for His righteousness
and sing praise to the name of the LORD Most High.