I wish I was a tree...

“I am like an olive tree,

thriving in the house of God.

I will always trust in God's unfailing love.

I will praise you forever, O God,

for what you have done.

I will trust in your good name

in the presence of your faithful people.”*

Except it's bullshit.

I am silent Lord.

In the house of God

I have nothing to say.

Painful remembrance has shut up my mouth.

It is not my enemies who come seeking to destroy me,

but my own self, whispering evil to me in the night.

I wish I was a plant, a tree,

for then my roots would not stir,

roaming restlessly away from your grace.

As a tree I could stop still,

enjoy the sun,

bring forth fruit,

and think of nothing.

Please make me a tree.

*Psalm 52:8-9 NLT.