Psalm 61 From the end of the earth I speak, in a loud distinct voice to be heard at the distance I seem to be from You, though really, my voice is no more than a whisper that I know You hear. For my heart is faint, my strength is gone, my perspective is wrong. I am a slowly falling leaf in the summer sun - lifeless and dry, though it holds the eyes of those who follow its flight. Lead me to the rock You are, which is higher than I.
Clarence Thompson's Questions:
1. Is the metaphor about the "slowly falling leaf" clear, or does it detract
from the clarity of the poem?
2. Is the poem compact enough? Is there enough meaning and emotional weight packed into it, or should I trim some words?