Listen to my prayer, O
God, do not ignore my plea; hear me and answer me. My thoughts trouble me and I
am distraught
We
lie awake in the darkest and longest hours of the night. Problems and
situations, people and places, the past and the future all turn over and over
in our minds – even the smallest whisper of a thought becomes powerful.
We
are restless. We are troubled.
My heart is in anguish
within me; the terrors of death have fallen on me.
In
the waking hours we are distracted. The walls close in around us. Faces are
questioning but never understanding. Nothing is real and yet everything is too
intense, too harsh.
We
are alone.
As for me, I call to God
and the Lord saves me.
We
reach out our drowning arm, up from the hungry sea. It is held fast. The
troubles are eased, the past fades and the future unfolds before us, brighter
than before.
We
are loved.
Rosanna Bennett
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