A prayer about the lament

A prayer does not replace a deed. But there is no deed that replaces a prayer.

I am the lament

indomitable I hold on to the hope

I stand with the marginalized

lend my mouth to the voiceless

I shout the silent words of the soul

into the ear of the sleeping God

outrageous is

what gets under my skin

lies on my heart

takes my breath away

and therefore must

be said again and again

said

shouted

cried

I am the lament

impatiently I cling to the old words of the promise

of the God who sees and hears the misery of His people

of His Savior who came

to seek and find what is lost

of the Spirit of freedom who brings life

stretch out my longing

wide enough for all

waiting trembling

that memory becomes redeeming presence

for so long

I am the lament

incessantly I knock on closed doors

I will not be silenced

with desperate words

I break through powerlessness

I flee from loneliness

protest against the supposed facts of this world

contest  their final word

which is spoken by the One

still I do not hear the whisper

but I know the voice

I am the lament

words of light from heaven

illuminate my face

cast their rays

behind the dark horizon

I look up

nothing has changed

but everything is different

still

now I can

borrow other words

comfort

confidence

strength

Philipp Elhaus

A prayer does not replace a deed. But there is no deed that replaces a prayer.