Hear my cry, O God.
In the desert I call out to you,
but only the roadrunner coos in response
from its nest in the thorny brush. Would that I could
be at home in this wasteland as well as she!
But you prey on me like a coyote,
keeping out of sight, and I am
never secure. Hear my
whimpering soul
and have
mercy.
Amen.
Thank you for this.
I cannot fathom
that You do not grow weary
ever
It seems a familiar place for me–
one in which I am finding myself again
This sense of
soul depletion
deep weariness of spirit
I don’t like it
Such a frustrating way to walk through my days
and compounded by the voices telling me of
another need
and another
wears on my tired frame even more
God
can you silence the voices I war with
lift the heart- heavy burdens
and still me
Just
still
my
soul
Juanita, I’m especially moved & captivated by the start of your prayer: “I cannot imagine that You do not grow weary.” Thank you for sharing your writing!
How long, O Lord, how long?
Will the waiting really end with the bursting of colour and new shoots of growth in the desert?
Will my tears water flowers of hope and healing?
Will my body find the gentle strength to keep on keeping on?
O God of time, how long?
And, my goodness, how relevant and important this feels to me at the moment! Lament is important – thank you for the space to do this work.
Thank you for taking the time to say so, Hilary. I agree, lament is important to our spirits & to our living.