Not forsaken
by Irene Bom
‘For he has not despised or scorned the suffering of the afflicted one;
he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help.’
(Psalm 22:24)
My God, my God,
though others scorn me,
abhor or ignore me,
I am not forsaken,
for you have not forsaken me.
With you
there is no push back, no repelling,
no turning away in horror or distaste.
My God, my God,
a bruised reed you will not break.
With you
the lowborn are not loathsome;
the afflicted ones you don’t despise.
My God, my God,
I offer my broken spirit as my sacrifice.
With you
scorn is shamed by a radical welcome
for you favour the lowly things of the world.
My God, my God,
I praise you, for I am seen and I am heard.
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