“Lament from the Night breaking…in the curve of a tear”, from L.Willows

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In a an ongoing group class discussion about deep heart healing, we were each challenged to write a Lament. (Leaders; Dorothy Taft and Pastor Chris Sicks of Alexandria Presbyterian Church). When I received the assignment I felt that it was “too large”!. 

A few days later, I woke in the night, was awake for many hours and this was the outcome…

The structure of a lament is to “address”, offer the “complaint”, make the “request”, then express “trust”. It is a deeply beautiful and complex part of the bible worthy of examination and rich study. There are many worthy online resources for learning about Lamentations but I found this site for you in case you would like to study further…Structure of a Lament; Understanding the Lament Psalms

Lament from Night Breaking…In the curve of a tear
by Linda Willows

O Father, hear me in the early break of day
For the night was so weary,
And I called out to You
Every hour I woke in the dark of long hours.
I twisted and turned and groaned in weak cries.
I called for your help to lift out the pain. Again, I called Lord.
Again and again. Sore and hopeless I hoped you would help me.

But worsening pain struck as if I was thrust by many fierce swords
Aimed to target my most vulnerable bends.
Lord, you know that I have known thousands of nights that erupted this way…
And prayed to You with all that I am, was, and surrendered.
Why have I been left like this alone and fractured. What is your purpose in this?
How can suffering alone in the night and day casting years into my frame and heart have meaning that would glorify you?

You are the only witness. You put me in this field night and day, year and decade. What does the time mean to you as I serve it. Help me to understand Father.
When You answer me, give me wisdom with patience.

This, my God, is like a field that I tend,
Without knowing why or who planted such a seed.
Night and day, I have called to You.
Years upon years, I have prayed without end. Hope is no longer in this world, Father. I open the door and see a world that others live in; that I only can partially enter. I remember it’s joys and marvels, the beauty and the wonders of what Life can bring to your doorstep.

I have seen Your Face of Love
I have witnessed Your saints in the cloud here above.
All gather near with grace and abound.
With such Holiness near, how can such suffering remain Father?
What purpose is pain in the body of me?
Would it serve to crush me like a thousand small rocks?
Or roll me out to become like low grasses?
How does it help to let me lie like a sheet day and night?
A life, leveled to the earth’s ashes, before the heart and mind would rise?

You, Lord have made me from beginning to evermore.
Father, you designed my soul and planted your own Spirit within me.
Your Love lights the Lantern that burns brightly before me even in the darkest night.
You are there when I call out. You hear my faintest whisper.
Lord, the breadth and depth of mortal suffering is so much greater than my own
And Your heart reaches to all for You know our pain.
You have promised a Day when we will live and rise with only Love and Freedom.

But, my spirit cries out with more the pain of more than my body, Father,
It aches of this life.
It aches of my persistence, of the exceeding loss that accelerates,
and of a weariness that distances me from the living.
My spirit longs for the mercy of being tendered with kindness.
Did you forget me when you scripted this one’s mortal destiny? What end, Father…

Hear me because I know that You love me.
Oh Lord, hear me because I know that You have formed me.
Hear me because Your Will is sovereign and good and near to all that suffer.
Comfort me Father because I have seen your Face and have felt the touch of Your Might.
Intercede in my distress because you know all of my heart even before I whisper to you.
Increase my faith and send messages of hope to me on the Wings of Your Spirit.
Let me feel You carrying me and lifting me above the weight of mortal pain.
May the Might of Your Arm hold me with Peace and Comfort, for I know that you are Near.

Father, I love you in the darkest hours and seek you. You always Find me.
If tears are the way that you have designed me to see clearly, then wash me in them.
For I would want to see you and be with you more than with any other.

Thank you Father, for the sight of You through the curve of a tear.
Rain them upon me until I see. Wash me until I am free.

But Lord, for an hour, or a day if it is your Will
May I know a life’s favor from You?
Just for some moments, to live as others do.

Oh but wait Father, I ask Your reverse,
This is no matter-there is no plead.

You are the All of this moment’s Holy poise
The rapture that lives far beyond mortal noise…
Wrap all of my prayers in your shelter of Love
And I would be joyed here, content as above.
No wanting remains or asking of needs…
Oh Father, let the wash of Your Grace find me Freed.

© 2017 sept. Linda Willows

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“Carry this prayer, Let drop my Tear”…..a poem by Linda Willows

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Oh my heart, this my life,
Mother-soul cries from deep.
Dark doorways have told
all the secrets of old.

His soul recoiled and flew away
my son in torment, the unknown took its day.
Fresh wounds crushed all loss
and cut fragile ties.

Unspeakable truth declared in the fray;
drew blood by the night and he went away.
Lord carry this prayer, Let drop my tear,
my son, my son – his heart could be near.

Could I freeze my own heart or
make it a stone… could I live
such a death,  such a love without give.
God must see. He must know. Oh, summon His All.
In His Life, we are by such Grace at his call

Lord carry this prayer, let drop my tear,
my son, my son – his heart could be near.

My soul, this my heart,
Lord, give it new start…
I bleed within as his turns away
and carries burns of clay
as holdings to keep for all seeming days.

Oh God, call all, let Love pour through
Wash our lives, our hearts with You.
All hope and love is here to give.
I pray our hearts may open and live.

Forever is where we find one another,
Father, mother, son and brother,
With forgiveness and humbling that bends
life to the other.
Find me on my knees forgiven,
pleading, praying, calling and driven.

I lost my son and my heart runs to plea
Lord, can you help a forgotten like me?
I never may see him smile, or laugh
and walk tall with blue eyes that you set free.

My God, touch the heart of my son in your way.
Hold him and protect him. Be with him each day,
all of this life, Lord while I love him still,
Carry this prayer and with Love bear Your Will.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Mark Gee

“Prevail”…..a poem by Linda Willows

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The toiled fragile weave that blankets this cry,
echoes far deep from within darkened heart’s sigh.

Undo this pressed coil that sears, Lord, it burns;
insignia formed as life left to adjourn.

Lift not the cover lest all spill in vain,
without Mercy, or Grace to hold the lost one’s refrain.

Mark every cry with the stain of His blood;
Given, Forgiven, washed through in Love’s flood.

Heart you must turn from such pain to Prevail..
when covered by sighs of the night’s broken derail.

Honor the Voice that intercedes death;
that steadies all Love and exhales our Lord’s Breath.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Fren Hendrick