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    The document is a poem reflecting on feelings of hopelessness, anxiety, fear, and darkness in the face of uncontrollable circumstances like illness, poverty, and abuse. It cries out to God, asking if he hears the cries of the poor, tortured, and brokenhearted who are beyond even forming words. It acknowledges guilt and addiction but finds hope in God's steadfast love and forgiveness, waiting for him through the night with more anticipation than a night watchman waits for relief. God's love saves and satisfies the heart.

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    St. Mary Catholic Church Chillicothe - Music Director Delma Rouleau reflects on the weeks Psalm.

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    Psalm 130 (4-10-11)

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    From the Organ Bench

    Psalm 130
    O Eternel! Je t’invoque des lieux profonds.
    Seigneur! Ecoute ma voix;
    Que tes oreilles soient attentives a la voix de mes supplications.
    O Eternel! Si tu prends garde aux iniquites,
    Seigneur! Qui est-ce qui subsistera?

    Hopelessness. Extreme anxiety. Overwhelming fear. Overbearing angst.


    Drowning in depression. Darkness. Loneliness. Surrounded by apprehension. The
    cavernous blackness of the dark night of the soul. Images of despondency.
    Abandoned. Forsaken. Trapped in a maze of uncontrollable circumstances: illness,
    poverty, the wages of war, unemployment, abuse and neglect.

    Listen. Do you hear the faint whimpering of a drenched child exposed to the cold
    of winter? Do you hear the sobbing of a bruised woman? Do you hear racing breath
    of a soldier in a foxhole?

    Listen, O Lord. Do you hear the cry of the poor? Do you hear the cry of ghetto
    violence? Do you hear the sirens wailing in the cover of night? Do you hear the
    howls of torture?

    Are you attentive to the silent voices of the brokenhearted? Voices, so silent and
    shattered, beyond the ability to formulate even a syllable for help, let alone a
    sophisticated supplication.

    I cry out for your mercy. I am choking under the weight of my iniquity. I cannot
    stand before your glory. Your goodness is to be admired and I am full of guilt. I am
    a victim, paralyzed with an unforgiving heart. I am an addict, paralyzed by
    attempts to self-medicate the pain of my existence. I am held captive by the
    appearance of piety. I am the religious good-do-be so busy climbing the corporate
    ladder of good works, I have lost sight of the fact that You own the ladder.
    The ladder to Your heart is rung with the grace of forgiveness.

    I hope.
    I trust in Your word.
    I wait.
    My whole being waits.
    I wait for You through the night;
    Through every hour of the night.
    I will wait for You with more anticipation
    Than a night watchman waits for the relief of the day shift.
    I will seek You with the same dedication as a soldier assigned to fire watch.

    Your love for me is steadfast.


    Your love saves me.
    Your love satisfies my heart.
    O Israel, hope in the LORD!
    The Lord will redeem you
    From all of your iniquities!

    Delma Rouleau
    5th Sunday of Lent
    10 April 2011

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