The Lamenter

The lamenter stands alone

Face to the sky

Tears streaming

"Oh God, Oh God"

"Hear me!  Hear me!"

"Heal me."

The lamenter pours out her soul to others.

"Oh, how I long to be known; to be heard . . . "

"To be truly understood."

Words of comfort are spoken.

Hugs given.

The lament is shared.

Always the gaze is outward . . . 

Upward

Where is our help?

Where is our comfort?

Help us!

Touch us!

The lamenter screams her throat raw.

Grieving the loss of dreams once held.

"I've tried so hard . . . given so much."

Drained and empty

She sits

In quiet

And hears . . . 

A still small voice.

Senses

Inside herself

A truth.

A remembrance.

Be still

Know

How much of my "worship" has been a

Reaching high to grasp and bring God down to me?

How many songs have I sung

Filled with the pain of longing

For what the words I sing promise?

Prayers of lament, longing and desire.

When all along, the answer was . . .

Look within

I am here!

Look around you

I am everywhere!

All is good.

All is as it should be.

There are no empty spaces.

I fill everything.

Remember

Rip away the veils

Remember

Love

Never 

Fails

and

Love never leaves