A Psalm of repentance, exceeding full of pain and of compassion. Oh, Son of David, have mercy on us!
Thanks for this! A thousand times thanks. My schizophrenic brother thanks you. My damaged, narcissistic, histrionic brother thanks you. All the broken upon whom we cannot bear to look thank you.
Thus does poetry visit the balm of hope upon those who dwell in the clanging horror of an empty deep. You, madame, are a queen of true honor.