Lament

Abba, redeem!

Hard and silent underfoot,

stitched with shadows 

inexorable, immovable,

the earth groans

beneath its own weight.

There is much travail as we wait 

for our hearts of flesh, 

for tongues that know 

the words for 

father, daughter, son.

Abba, redeem! 

I hear the rocks cry out. 

The questions rise like sparks.

But hope that is seen is not hope 

and the presence of Light

is told by shadow.

In the thickest night

the blackest dark 

the darkest black

the Spirit groans. 

Abba, redeem!

Mercy, only mercy, consumes,

compassion does not fail,

and we know that it is good

to hope and quietly wait

for the salvation of the Lord.