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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Measure (01/10/13)

TITLE: Scale my Sorrow, Oh Lord
By Linda Goergen
01/16/13


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Oh God, You alone can measure
the depths of the depression
into which I have fallen.
I have no means within myself
to size up my spirit’s decline,
for numbness,
like winter,
like America,
like the growing ungodliness
of the world,
has nearly frozen my senses.

Even now as winter masquerades
as spring, flirting, flaunting
record breaking highs,
I don’t trust its sunshiny hand-outs;
for I gauge its offerings as lies;
acting like it is, what it is not,
pretending
it is NOT—
what it truly is.
As with government’s giving,
I know an icy stab yet awaits me

Oh God, You alone can measure
the depth of my despair,
as I beat my head
against invisible walls,
cradling my emptiness,
humming my frustration,
feeling helpless
to fight
this helplessness I feel.
I idly rock—attempting
to lull all thought to sleep,
even while fearing
this lesser of me,
might become as great
as the world’s blindness.

Yet, even now in my misery,
I know to seek You Lord,
pouring out my pain,
asking You to note
my scale of sorrow.
Though told
Christians shouldn’t feel this way,
I do—
so why lie to You?
For even as I question You,
I know Your understanding
of me—of life—of world affairs,
is immeasurable.
And I know You are listening to my cry.
I hear the whisper of Your sympathy
for me—for life—for all mankind,
as gentle raindrops weep
onto this winter weary,
barren ground.

So I will wait,
hold on,
to You by faith,
and Praise You Lord.
For I know,
as surely as winter,
and depression,
and the tyranny of evil men
come—
they will also be driven out,
lifting their cloaks of oppression,
on Your timetable,
at Your command.
So yes, I PRAISE You,
believing,
accepting
knowing
Your wisdom and mercy
and love
to be without measure or end!


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Ellen Carr 01/18/13
This is a very moving piece of writing and, assuming that this applies to you, the author, and your life situation I pray that indeed you will be assured of God's 'love ...without measure or end!' as you so beautifully put it.
Bonnie Bowden01/18/13
Powerful poem. I keep praying for our nation, too! (Although, I am not sure you are from the US).
Noel Mitaxa 01/20/13
You have packed alot of feeling into this psalm-like entry and, like a psalm, it lifts the reader towards hope in God's value and judgement. Well done.
CD Swanson 01/22/13
Simply powerful! I love the book of Psalms...David's cries to the Lord. The intense emotions and the heartfelt plea to God is moving.

I heard the voice of pain and torment in this piece, and then the tranquility that can only come from trusting in God. Great job.

God bless you abundantly~
Beth LaBuff 01/24/13
I have so many of the same thoughts and feelings and the same hopelessness concerning our country. I love where you take the reader in your ending stanza, to triumph and to faith. This is poignant and powerful. Thanks.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/24/13
Congratulations on ranking 24 overall!