Catharsis, Come now
Catharsis, come now to rid
This burden of storm:
Dark skies with heavy clouds
Break in torrents upon my head.
Catharsis, come!
Come be with me, to talk,
Or let your presence
Be balm, soothing the pain
Of things only the spirit groans.
Catharsis, come!
Ye songs of ancient rhyme
And spirituals,
Come tune my soul, to rid
Of bitterness, and make it whole.
Catharsis, come!
Come play your violin
To drown the voices
Of doubt without, within
That rally with abandonment.
Catharsis, come!
Bring me some paint and brush
And let me track trace
The image God designed;
Or let me view what makes me new.
Catharsis, come!
Come walk with me, into
The deep shade of trees
Stirring with life and breeze
To exhale, and breathe new breath.
Catharsis, come!
Come play with me and stage
What was, and is to be;
Let me see life restored,
Life renewed, awaiting me.
Catharsis, come!