I am depressed, O God.
I see no end to this cycle of sadness.
People tell me: “Everything will be all right,”
but it isn’t and it won’t be.
The quote Paul to me:
“All things work together for good for those who love God.”
Don’t I love you?
Wasn’t I brought up in your holy house,
O God?
Didn’t I remember your words and sing hymns to you?
Don’t I bow down to you?
Isn’t that what I’m doing now?
No one can tell me any good can come from this moment!
Let them have their say if it makes them feel better!
But I don’t want to hear it!
I know what I’ve been through.
I know that it is to have death walk the halls of my home.
What has happened cannot be prettied up.
But you, O God, can stop the aftershocks.
O God, tear through the night
to rescue the one you have left too long.
Help me, O Holy God,
out of this tomb of pain.
–Ann Weems
A Lament (Psalm 48)
Pursuing Veritas 