Plea For Healing Poem by Mary Wismer

Truly I know it is so, How then can I answer you,
and choose my words to reason with you.
If I called and you answered me,
I would not believe that you was listening to my voice.

Though I were blameless,
it would prove me perverse.
Yet i do not know my self,
I despise my self.
It is all one things.

Now my days are Swiffer than a runner, they flee away,
They see no good.
I will speak in a bitterness of my soul,
Show me why you contend with me.
Your Hands move me and fashioned me,
An intricate Unity. You have granted me life and favor,
And your care has preserved my spirit.

And this things i have hidden my heart.
I am full of disgrace, see my misery.
Why then you brought me out of this World?
I would have been as though, I had not been.

Are my days few?
For there is hope for the tree,
If it is cut down, that it will not cease.
Though its root may grow old in the earth,
and its stump may die in the ground,
yet its scent of water it will bud and bring,
forth Branches like a plant.

I hold my peace in you, let me speak,
then let come on me what may!
My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished,
The grave is ready for me.

Even today my complaint is bitter, my hands listless
because of fear. But you knows the way that i take,
When you has tested me.
I have kept your way and not turn aside.
If had raised my Hand against the fatherless,
when I saw I had help in the gates of heaven.

I am young in years, therefore I was afraid!
Indeed I waited for your words.
Teach me what I do not see,
and set me to your place.
I know you that you can do everything.
Therefore I have uttered,
What I did not understand,
things to wonderful to me,
Which I did not know.

' you said' I will question you, and you shall answer me!
I would have been asleep, then i would have been rest,
or Why was i not hidden like a stillborn Child!
and when I waited for light, the came darkness.

My heart is turmoil and cannot rest, Days of affection comfort me.
I go about mourning, but not in the sun.
I stand up assembly and cry.
'Saying ' When will you comfort me?
My life continually in my Hand,
The proud have forged a lie against me.

I am restless in my complaint,
My heart is severely painted withen me,
and afraid of death have fallen upon me.
For my soul faints for you.

I though about my ways, and turn my life on you.
Create in me a clean Heart,
and renew a steadfast spirit withen me,
and uphold me by your generous spirit.

you are pure, without transgression,
you are greater than Man.
Hear my words, and understand my error!

I am yours Save me!
My wicked wait for me, to destroy me.
Uphold me that I may Live.
Hold me up, and I will be safe.
I have inclined my Heart to perform,
your knowledge of truth.

I cry out with my whole heart, Save me,
Give me understanding,
Let me live, heal me
Renew my spirit withen me!