My Lament

You, oh Lord, who are good, hear my prayer.

I am not foolish enough to come to you

Asking can you heal.

For healing is easy for He

who created caverns and Redwoods.

I would not ask can you raise up the oppressed.

For you have parted seas

and given flight to hummingbirds and condors alike.

I am not a fool to ask if it’s possible

to save the ravaged from the ravager.

For you created each one in your image

and once placed us in the garden of true perfection.

But, I am a woman desperate enough to ask why.

A woman who has watched sickness

eat through a body to bones and death.

A mother who has watched

her child hold onto hope for each step

only to be pushed back to the floor.

A girl who has grown up seeing

those who ignore you rise to power

while those who love you

are flung to wave-torn oceans.

Yet, I cling to what I know.

The pieces of you that held steadfast.

The God who gave relief to diseased pain

that would have stolen more time.

You gave time to say goodbye

and to set the way forward.

Yes, you are the God whose arms

are there to pick any child off the floor

and plant hope again.

Hope the resists even Satan’s plan.

You are the King of Kings

 to whom all knees will bend.

The Prince of Peace

who speaks calm to the waves.

The Lord Provider

who sends angels to comfort

and protect the wanderer.

You are the one who sees

while I fight the dark.

Lord of the lonely, the unseen,

the fighter and the faint.

Give me enough light to keep walking,

to keep believing.

Hold our heads above the waves

as we wait for your shout.