on lament (a poem for lent)

sometimes it is not given to us
to know the reason for our shame
for our sorrow
for our suffering
or for our sin

sometimes it is not for us
to jump straight to the resolution
to shake off the burden
of the world’s brokenness

more often the gift is the
grace to grieve toward God
to find ourselves banging our
bloodied fists against His door

and then to hear Him come up behind us
to surprise us with His kind embrace

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