In need of help

Inspired by Psalm 121
retold by Deborah Beach Giordano
© November 28, 2012

I need help,
but no one realizes just how much.
I’m adrift in a sea of confusion,
overcome by waves of anger, resentment,
and fear.

It would be easier
if I were drowning
literally
then help would arrive:
a Coast Guard helicopter
or Navy Seals
dropping
from the skies
like balaclava-ed angels
on a dramatic rescue mission.

That’s what I need:
a savior
who can step in and make everything all right.
A strongman
who will intervene on my behalf;
who will defend my reputation,
defeat my enemies,
and
balance
my checkbook.

A sentry
who is always on the alert;
who never snoozes or sleeps
or lets anything get past him.
A guardian
who will keep me safe from all harm.

I’m not deluded.
It’s not going to happen,
I know.
No one in this world
can fulfill that deep-set longing.

My life is my own,
and so are my troubles;
any fixes or mending must come
from me.
Human beings —
even those with the best of intentions —
all come with their own limitations.
(Sometimes it feels as if
the most
limited
one of all
is me!)

I cry out
and a kind soul hands me a kleenex.
I sneeze,
someone says gesundheit.
The thought is nice
but it isn’t enough.

What I need
is far beyond
what any earthly creature can provide.
What I need
is a light
that shines even in the deepest darkness,
a lamp
that never goes out,
a love
that never falters or fails.

Where does my help come from?
Not from the sky or the sea or the earth,
blessed though these may be;
not from armor or weaponry,
not from threats or promises,
psychotropic substances
or lawyers’ circumlocutions
or get-rich-quick schemes.

There is no help apart from God;
God alone can lift up,
God alone can bring true peace.
God alone can give true wisdom,
God alone can save,

Yes, I’ll still squawk and complain
when things don’t go my way;
I’m still a flawed human being,
part of an imperfect culture
pursing pointless, hopeless goals.

But beneath it all —
above it all —
the Ground of our being,
the End of our striving,
the gentle,
irresistible
Cosmic hum:
I CREATE,
I SUSTAIN,
I LOVE
I AM.

And that
is more
than
enough.

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About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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