Psalm for a commute

My God, my God,
the traffic is backed up
and there is no exit in sight.

I am hemmed in all around by hostility;
horns sound their derision
and air brakes vent their anger.

Evil eyes blink yellow and red:
they deceive; they devise ways to cut me off.

I look for compassion and find none,
for mercy, but it is missing.

Sunk in an ocean of metal,
humanity has been caged by its own creation.

Come quickly to release the captives
and to preach good news to the poor saps
caught in a trap of our own devising
and a net of our own knitting.

Free our hive bound imaginations
and let our spirit rise like the fumes
lifted up as incense, hot and aromatic,
polluting the air with our morning prayer.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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