Psalm 129 — A Gilt Facade
A Kyrielle
My self and soul they ridiculed,
They burdened me with harsh dogma,
And broke my back with brutal rules,
But they will never conquer me.
My God is righteous, just, and fair:
He cleaved the chains they made for me
And let them fall in their own snare.
O, they will never conquer me.
They plow and plant and work the soil,
But all their fruit is withered waste:
Before the harvest, it has spoiled.
Yes, they will never conquer me.
They think they have Your blessing, God,
But You have turned Your face away
Now they are but a gilt facade
And they will never conquer me.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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