worry

i am clothed in worry
because i am not a bird
that can fly away
oh glory
or sing in storms

and i am a bit offended
i am not a flower to be tended
because the only delicate thing
about me is my mortality
and by the way god
flowers die and decay too
so your reassurance
falls a bit flat

and you’re right
that each day brings new worries
but that doesn’t take care of old worries
and now i have all these worries stacking up
and my load is getting heavy
and you’re nowhere to be found 

i tell my child not to worry
i’ll do it for her
i’m adept at worrying
that’s where i’m a warrior
you deliver spiritual gifts of worry
to my door
but do you only bring deliveries
or are you also a deliverer 

because i’m hoarding
all these worries
and i am afraid
that they are going
to crush me
so come soon
jehovah god
the birds are already circling