My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning?1
Why, O LORD, do you stand far off?
Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?"2
I am my father's son:
His wounds embedded in my core
He bequeathed me more than a half-century's worth of tears
To weep on his behalf.
Will release ever come?
Will hate ever cease?
What of joy, laughter, what of song?
"You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy.
A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come;
but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish
because of her joy that a child is born into the world.
Now is your time of grief,
but I will see you again
And no one will take away your joy."3
1. Psalm 22:1.
2. Psalm 10:1.
3. John 16:20b-22.