O God, my God

Reading Praying Our Tears from Peterson's book, Psalms: Prayers of the Heart. The chapter is about Psalm 6, and this poem is inspired by it.

She sat on the floor,

head in her hands.

Her grief was a living thing

surrounding her,

suffocating her.

So she prayed.

O God, my God,

do not be angry with me.

I could not bear another weight on my soul.

Send me your grace,

Save me in my lifelessness.

Heal me, O God, my God.

My bones are shaking with fear and sorrow.

My soul is struck with terror.

I cannot see you.

How long will you be gone?

Come back, O God, my God,

Find me, save me,

if you have ever loved me,

love me now.

In this valley of death I cannot hear your voice.

I cannot remember your presence.

Are you here?

In this hell, how can I find the words to praise you?

How could anyone?

I am so tired.

The moans from my soul are weak.

Every sleepless night I drown in my own tears.

My bed is full of tears.

My eyes are wasting away in the sorrow.

I think I cannot possibly cry anymore, 

and yet I do.

O God, my God,

save me from my own thoughts.

I have faith that you have heard me in this depth,

and that you have heard my prayers.

I have faith that you have brought me close.

I see a small light.

And I know it is you.