A Psalm of Lament

[Setting: Good Friday and COVID-19 #cclbathome]

Lord, hear my sigh.
Here I am in the middle of the night (or day),
it is hard to keep track.
How do I find peace where I lay my head?
For my bed is for sleeping or so I thought.
As you know, I am currently at odds.
Subjected indoors without access to the closed beaches where I feel most aligned with you.

Here I am in the middle of the day (or night).
It is hard to keep track of the things to do.
How do I prioritize when I do not know what is yesterday, today, or - is tomorrow Saturday?
Let alone the difference between breakfast and dinner?
Alone - I feel alone. Isolated from the ones, and the one, I love.

How I long to flee, or just be.
Long drives were once like medicine - now a thief of life.
I know, oh Lord, you hear my plea.
You have brought me off the cliffs of IV,
even been with me through a psychiatry.
Taught me how my birthdays are to be shared - not years to be hidden in shame.
But, true blessings.

You have paid the price Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews, at such sacrifice.
I love you, God. And although I fear, you hold me in your hand.
And, to me that is enough.
For I know I trust in you.
For I know I trust in you.