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Psalm of Lament
One of the most common questions that any of us who believe that there really is a divine hand that guides us, though we are totally unaware of exactly what that purpose might be, is how we are to continue to maintain our faith even when our lives appear to be cursed beyond human tolerance. It is not an easy question and the answers are often even more difficult to comprehend. We convince ourselves that everything will be alright and that just like Job, all our suffering will eventually be rewarded with blessings that will eradicate the bad memories. But unlike Job, most of us mover from tragedy to tragedy, heartbreak to heartbreak, or disaster to disaster. Under those circumstances it is hard to convince one self that this is all a trial of our beliefs, a challenge to our devotion. Faith is difficult in that regard. It defies logic; it makes demands beyond human endurance. We can only hope that one day we will understand and we will say that it was all worth it.
I Who Have Nothing
I who have nothing,
Who have nothing at all,
I who have lived,
Through the rise and the fall. I who have been, Both master and slave, The one that has travelled, From the cradle to grave. Where are the answers, To the questions I seek, Why do I falter, Whenever I speak. Grant me the wisdom, To understand life, Give me the strength, To suffer through strife. Let me find love, In a world filled with hate, Let me succeed, Beyond this cursed fate. I know that you have, Some divine purpose for me, But how will I know, Time's correct destiny. What must I do, To escape and be free, To live a full life, Without life's misery. I know that the answers, Lie somewhere ahead, But I who have nothing, Neither terror nor dread. Can only have hope, That I will be given a sign, When you have decided, Which purpose is mine.