Selah: A Translation of Psalm 51
To build a cathedral,
I have a stick and a stone.
I raised left and right, the dark parted in prayer.
Now I sift through the splinters of a heart and a bone.
I am failed and
lost in the work I’ve done.
You want to find me and You know where
to build a cathedral. I have a stick and a stone.
Who owned mother’s
womb, my first blind crown?
I’ve since adored frail mysteries, kissed needs into dares,
sifted through the splinters of a heart and a bone.
My steeple impales
Your light and I moan,
as that light of You bleeds the dawn down my stair.
To build a cathedral, I have a stick and a stone.
All the while I
was building I wanted to run
from the truth You would put there.
Pour through the splinters of a heart and a bone.
I’ve never
known what to do with my own,
and the tools You gave me are waiting down here.
To build a cathedral, You get a stick and a stone.
Move through the splinters of a heart and a bone.
