Deep calls to deep

Deep calls to deep
Soul calls to soul
The silence
The sound

From the deepest places
I seek your deepest self
Where are you?
Where have gone?

My tears are my food
My days have an oppressive tone
I long for relief
I long for you

My soul is cast down
The oppression is strong
I have been disquieted
Calm is now a storm

I will speak your depth
Your deep into me
I will counsel myself
Thy words become mine

I eat your fine words
At night I listen for your song
In this mindful moment
I rehearse the shepherd’s psalm

Grow endurance out of this suffering
Grow character out of of this endurance
In the strength of this character
May there grow a new and deeper hope

Barry Pearman

Deep calls to deep
    at the thunder of your cataracts;
all your waves and your billows
    have gone over me.
By day the Lord commands his steadfast love,
    and at night his song is with me,
    a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God, my rock,
    ‘Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I walk about mournfully
    because the enemy oppresses me?’
As with a deadly wound in my body,
    my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me continually,
    ‘Where is your God?’