A psalm

My whole being cries out: Pain, Lord!
Pain, stop!
And  I weep afresh,
uncontrollably, engulfed by a larger pain.
I feel the pain in my brother's rage
I am the persecuted in Iraq
A mother who has lost her child

And so I sob
Welcoming the tears of release
Yet feeling utterly desolate:
There is no one to hear
But God.
And He is not enough right now.
And what of those that know Him not?
I cry again at this thought.
O God, O Lord!

Still, hope flickers.
His voice whispers:
One lone sheep to save
The endless joyous story