A Response to Psalm 91
This was inspired by Ken KeseyÕs book, One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest. It is a response to Psalm 91 from the perspective of a man having a nervous breakdown in a mental institution in the 1950s.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
Shadows-- no, no, I canÕt have any shadows. I must have light everywhere. They didnÕt bother me once, but now, I donÕt like them at all. Strange things, evil things, lurk in those shadows. But if there are bright lights, then itÕs OK. But there must not be any shadows at all, or I lose control.
Surely He will save you from the fowlerÕs snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
I wonÕt get any pestilence, I make sure of it. I use gloves when I am out in public, and I have a routine for scrubbing my house with bleach three times every day. Bathroom, kitchen, floors. Bleach in every corner and crack, especially the one in the counter against the kitchen wall. No germs, never can there be germs. Germs are horrid, they kill. But bleach kills them. If I use enough bleach, there will be no trace of germs around me. I bleach my skin and under my fingernails to make sure they canÕt get anywhere. I used to think that blood could make me clean, but I was still dirty. Bleach, though, bleach can kill every impurity.
He will cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings you will find refuge
Oh, no, I wonÕt get under anything. It could suffocate me. People tell me every minute how they want to kill me, and if I get under feathers, they will use them to suffocate me so I do die. I donÕt care if theyÕre GodÕs wings or not, I refuse to get under any wings.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day.
You know about the terror of the night? I keep all the lights on, but still he comes to me, every night. And during the day, I hear him, too. HeÕs a voice, and he wants to kill me. Fear? Of course I fear. I fear everything. I fear living another minute, I fear dying right now. What am I supposed to do? I try to stay free from everything, but IÕm suffocating. Under what? I donÕt know, but itÕs real. They donÕt believe me here, but I know itÕs true. ThereÕs someone whoÕs suffocating me right now.
Nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
How did you know? It started in the darkness. ItÕs real, itÕs there, watching. ThatÕs why I keep all the lights on. My family thinks IÕm crazy, so they sent me here. They started giving me this therapy they say will make it better. But every time they shock me, it just becomes clearer. Now itÕs here during the day, too. It has a name, but I canÕt say it or theyÕll send me back for more therapy and itÕll just be bigger. But you see it, donÕt you? Over there. It starts drooling at noon, but it wonÕt take any food I throw at it. It just keeps staring at me. Drooling. Waiting. Every day, it comes closer. IÕm trapped, and itÕs out to kill me.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
No, I told you, itÕs coming nearer. Every day. Closer and closer and closer. Those people falling—theyÕre my friends. TheyÕre like me and they get zapped and zapped and zapped and one day, they go to get the shock, and they never come back.
You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
ItÕs not he wicked who are dying, itÕs us. WeÕre dying. The beasts are surrounding us. Sometimes I donÕt know whatÕs worse—the beasts or the nurses and doctors. Or are they really the same? Are You punishing us, God? What did we do?
If you make the Most High your dwelling—
even the Lord, who is my refuge—
then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
I donÕt go into tents. TheyÕre too close. They make me nervous; itÕs like going into a coffin. Why does everyone want to kill me? I want protection, but everyone who claims to help only makes it worse. I canÕt trust anyone, canÕt trust anyone, and they tell me I canÕt trust myself. Can I trust You, God? What am I supposed to do?
For He will command His angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will treat upon the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
Angels, take me away. I want to be gone from here; I want to be gone from everywhere. I want to be nowhere, so thereÕs no beasts and no nurses and no shocks. I donÕt want to see any lions or snakes, please God, no more beasts. I donÕt want to see any beast ever again. Take me away, please rescue me. But donÕt have big feathery wings, they scare me, too. I want to know IÕm safe, so donÕt do anything to scare me.
ÒBecause he loves me,Ó says the Lord, ÒI will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation.Ó
IÕm calling out to You, God. IÕm crying out to You. God, where are You? Where are You, where are You, where are You? The beast is standing up, itÕs coming closer. HeÕs drooling. God, God, help me! HeÕs right here, God, where are you? I canÕt breathe, I canÕt breathe. God! IÕm moving. Oh, no, help me break free, no, no, donÕt strap me down, donÕt take me back there, no more shocks. God, where are you?!
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Courtney L. Shepard, 12/16/04