Psalm 137 — The Rivers of Babylon
An English Sonnet
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1 min readMar 6, 2023
I hang my harp upon the willow tree
And weep at gentle memories of peace,
Of times of joy when I was glad and free.
Our enemies will never ease or cease
For they believe that You are on their side,
And they are saving me from who I am.
How can I sing when my self is denied?
How can I dance when who I am they damn?
O Love, let me remember You my Home
When I am lost beside the rivers wild,
And when in wildernesses I must roam,
Estranged, outcast, forsaken, and exiled.
They hunger for the ruin of my sort,
But I implore You, God: will You not thwart?
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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