O God, there is no one else to cry out to.
My body may hurt, my soul be downcast, my heart despairing, my mind disturbed – or the whole lot of it together.
Why am I forgotten, rejected, pursued, and oppressed by this enemy?
Where is your love for me? For us?
We are so uncomfortable in our pain, ashamed in our sorrows,
and hesitant to reveal our hurts.
Give us clarity about the hurts and wrongs not only done to us or suffered by us in a broken world, but also where we are the cause and source.
May your severe mercy cause to linger in our lament.
Teach us that though your joy comes in the morning, it does not invalidate or erase the tears, wounds, and cries in the night.
Show us that no tear, cry, longing is wasted.
Speak to us in the night, even if just in silence presence of your love.
And breathe life into these burned and broken bones that they may dance again.
written for Holy Saturday