Psalm 6

A boy, 5 years of age, was lost on the corner near where I worked. Five to six police officers stood guarding him, trying to figure out who was his guardian. A brief but awful thought slipped past my mind, what if he was abandoned?

I wanted to push everyone away and take him, take him far away from prying eyes and incessant questions. Where do you live? What's your address? Where's your mom and dad? How old are you? Where do you go to school? Wherewhatwherehowwherewhatwhywhy?

I prayed with my heart for the first time in years in those pews, praying a prayer that diverged from the prayer that was being spoken. I whispered and plead to God, hoping that the little boy returned home safely. And if by chance he was abandoned, I pray now in these words that those officers will care for him.

O LORD, heal me, for my bones are in agony.

³ My soul is in anguish.
How long, O LORD, how long?