The morning sun is shining yet there is a chill in my bones I cannot shake. I peek through the clouds of longing; searching once more for your presence. I sledgehammer the wall of your resistance with raining love – but I still gain no entry. Oh, how my heart pounds when I see your lovely face! My hands would love to caress your cheek and sing my heart’s song to you. Please don’t go – remain in my sight until the moon climbs into the darkened sky. My tears raining down from on high have grown a rose garden that shall warm your heart. I will take flight on our love if you would only let me in. From the moment I felt your soul’s essence I have sought to unify our hearts. You are my other – I shall travel down from these clouds – to be unashamed in your presence. The earth rumbles with my heartache – as you disappear from my sight once more. How long shall I await your return?! I will wait on my cloud of longing – slumbering with peace – the stars my blanket – the moon my laughing pillow.
Hear my prayer, O Lord;
let my cry for help come to you.
Do not hide your face from me
when I am in distress.
Turn your ear to me;
when I call, answer me quickly.
For my days vanish like smoke;
my bones burn like glowing embers.
My heart is blighted and withered like grass;
I forget to eat my food.
Because of my loud groaning
I am reduced to skin and bones.
I am like a desert owl,
like an owl among the ruins.
I lie awake; I have become
like a bird alone on a roof.
All day long my enemies taunt me;
those who rail against me use my name
as a curse.
For I eat ashes as my food
and mingle my drink with tears
because of your great wrath,
for you have taken me up and thrown
My days are like the evening shadow;
I wither away like grass.
But you, O Lord, sit enthroned forever;
your renown endures through all generations.
You will arise and have compassion
for it is time to show favor to her;
the appointed time has come.
For her stones are dear to your servants;
her very dust moves them to pity.
The nations will fear the name of the Lord,
all the kings of the earth will revere
For the Lord will rebuild Zion
and appear in his glory.
He will respond to the prayer
of the destitute;
he will not despise their plea.
Let this be written for future generation,
that a people not yet created may
praise the Lord:
“The Lord looked down from his
sanctuary on high,
from heaven he viewed the earth,
to hear the groans of the prisoners
and release those condemned to death.”
So the name of the Lord will be
declared in Zion
and his praise in Jerusalem
when the peoples and the kingdoms
assemble to worship the Lord.
In the course of my life he broke my strength;
he cut short my days.
So I said:
“Do not take me away, O my God,
in the midst of my days;
your years go on through all generations.
In the beginning
you laid the foundations of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish, but you remain;
they will all wear out like a garment.
Like clothing you will change them
and they will be discarded.
But you remain the same,
and your years will never end.
The children of your servants will
live in your presence;
their descendents will be established before you.”