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

Amen