See me here, O God.
Aching with true pain, my heart in darkness, my whole being clenched with this sorrow.
Is this not a mortal wound?
How long, O Lord? How long will I walk this road of grief?
When will You come?
Have mercy, O King, on Your servant, for I am weak and broken and have no power to stand.
My will is feeble and even my body has grown weary.
How is it, O Saviour, that You come not to destroy all evil, to rescue us from death and shadows?
Why must weeping overtake me, with no consolation? You are my hope, my Rescuer, yet I see no relief for my fractured soul.
Come near, O Father, and lift my head. Oh, that You would cradle me like a child, my shield from distress.
Yet I know You, Brother — You walk a path with me. Speak Your words to my heart; etch Your likeness into me.
How is it, O Companion, that You who rule all creation are with me?
How, that you are my breath, my heartbeat, my blood?
Even now, O Comforter, You remain. You, Spirit of God, will not depart from me.
You have made a home in me — o mystery!
Now make my home in You.
Though the world without be storms and fearsome memories, and my heart within me deeply rended, yet deeper still and ubiquitously, infinitely, You, O Life, have won the victory.
The heavens know it already and declare it while we are in shadow. You send a hint of it on the wind.
My God, I will wait all my days to see You.
Dear Emily, I followed this link on Facebook. Such a beautiful psalm. Did you have a loss recently? We have kind of lost touch… Love, Rhea
Hi Rhea! It’s been just a year since my dad died. Some days it hits me harder, as I’m sure many people would say for themselves as well. I’m starting to reckon with the fact that, the longer, I live, the more loss I’ll see, and this is how life is. It’s precious.
Perhaps this summer I’ll make it to campus to say hi!