A psalm for the brokenhearted
Tender God, we turn to you
with broken hearts, yet hopeful.
Your family is sundered,
your Beloved at a loss.
Pain sits like a weight among us;
disappointment like the edge of a knife.
We have drunk a cup of betrayal,
we cannot wipe our lips.
Out of a gaping place down deep
we cry to you.
We lift our prayers and praises
with quavering voices.
As earth restores itself after a storm,
as a wound heals by its own wisdom,
by your Spirit in us, revive us, God,
and renew us in the way of life.
On those who have hurt,
and those who have received hurt,
pour out your mercy,
and open the eyes of our hearts.
Our ardent God, strong Mother
who can see your children suffer
and not break,
you have saved us;
save again.
In our worry and our weakness
you touch us gently;
in our weariness you hold us up.
In our despair for a way forward
you bring us through the narrows
to a broad and gentle place.
Even now you bear us across,
and in the heaving seas
we see you on the waters,
and we are not afraid.
Your Spirit speaks in us,
and we will listen,
and we will speak.
Even in the night your love burns in us,
your pillars of fire.
Gentle God, sustain in us your faithful light,
your mighty mercy,
your grace that upends all things,
that in your love that outlasts all trouble
we, though cut down, shall not die,
but live anew,
now and to the end of time.
Gracious God, Mystery of Grace,
we give you thanks,
we ask your blessing,
we trust your grace.