A member of my church wrote this psalm for another church member who has had a sudden, devastating and inexplicable decline in bodily health.
So many were your gifts,
I could not count them,
Spread in lavish disregard through all my days.
An abundance simply there for the taking,
No questions to be asked, no conditions to be met.
Such generosity, poured out
Like an unending shower of precious stones.
And now I must give up
One of the most cherished of those jewels.
The viability of my own body is deserting me,
And I am left to traverse the full spectrum
Of consternation and regret.
How dare this be taken from me?
How sharp the disappointment!
How wrenching the reversals,
From full engagement
To brutally diminished expectations.
Where is the consolation?
Speak to me, O LORD,
I am your servant.
Do not abandon me
In this time of my greatest need!
Draw near to me, comfort me.
And surround me with those
Who mediate your Love.