We groan inwardly.
And await the redemption of our bodies.
We walk gingerly and no longer firmly.
For our ailments there are no antibodies.

I read Psalm 38 , a prayer for sickness .
During a long night of back pain.
Trying in every turn to reduce its fierceness.
But of course, everything was in vain.

As we get older hearing and vision dim.
And there is no cure , they don’t get any better.
Against an ever faster flowing tide is our swim.
No longer the pace setter or the go getter.

So I just read the psalm.
And try to sleep and keep calm.

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We groan inwardly
And await redemption
Does it ever come

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See Psalm 38 from today’s Office of Readings