Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The lamenter stands alone
Face to the sky
"Oh God, Oh God"
"Hear me! Hear me!"
The lamenter pours out his soul to others.
"Oh, how I long to be known; to be heard . . . "
"To be truly understood."
Words of comfort are spoken.
The lament is shared.
Always the gaze is outward . . .
Where is our help?
Where is our comfort?
The lamenter screams his throat raw.
Grieving the loss of dreams once held.
"I've tried so hard . . . given so much."
Drained and empty
And hears . . .
A still small voice.
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 . . .
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.
Rip away the veils
Love never leaves