by Claire McKeever-Burgett
“God, why have you forsaken me?” Perhaps the most honest
prayer ever asked or sung, spoken or cried.
Perhaps the prayer we pray, too, on a day, on a night
when we have very few words left to sing or speak or cry, if we have any left at all.
So on this Good Friday our questions become our prayers:
What do we pray when we have no words? What do we sing when we have no melody? What do we dance when we have no rhythm? Where do we go when we have no direction? What do we confess when we find it hard to believe? What do we release when we have no tears to cry? What are we to do, O God?
On this Good Friday, we struggle along with Jesus to understand
and to know.
My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?
From the Silence you speak, and we know that in the shadows,
in the unknown, in the wordless, dance-less, direction-less times --
You are near, and we know love.
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Claire McKeever-Burgett serves on the staff of The Upper Room in Nashville, TN. An ordained Alliance of Baptist pastor, she writes often at pastorpoet.com.