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This is a poem based on Psalm 90 (posted below). It originally appeared on the Real Life Becca blog.

beccabeachLord, through all generations, you have been our home.

Please teach us how to rest.

Our mothers and fathers have left us alone.

Everything is changing; no constants are left.

The waves are roaring, the wind moans;

They’re swirling like our hearts.

We thought we had solid cornerstones,

but our sandcastles crumble apart.

We pause in the moonlight on a barren beach

as we examine our wet piles of sand.

The distant laugh of a gull starts to preach

that if we are not solid, we will not stand.

We commence digging to find firm ground.

Our fingers blister and bleed.

For all our striving, nothing’s found.

We curse and cry and plead.

We kick the sand and drop our shovels.

The tide returns. There’s nowhere to be.

We wonder, after all of that trouble

why we even walked to the beach.

We stand together and solitary, still.

Hoping to hope again.

Lord, through all generations, You have been our home.

Psalm 90

A prayer of Moses the man of God.

Lord, you have been our dwelling place
    throughout all generations.
Before the mountains were born
    or you brought forth the whole world,
    from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

You turn people back to dust,
    saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”
A thousand years in your sight
    are like a day that has just gone by,
    or like a watch in the night.
Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:
In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.

We are consumed by your anger
    and terrified by your indignation.
You have set our iniquities before you,
    our secret sins in the light of your presence.
All our days pass away under your wrath;
    we finish our years with a moan.
10 Our days may come to seventy years,
    or eighty, if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
    for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
11 If only we knew the power of your anger!
    Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.
12 Teach us to number our days,
    that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

13 Relent, Lord! How long will it be?
    Have compassion on your servants.
14 Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
    that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
15 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
    for as many years as we have seen trouble.
16 May your deeds be shown to your servants,
    your splendor to their children.

17 May the favor[a] of the Lord our God rest on us;
    establish the work of our hands for us—
    yes, establish the work of our hands.

Written by Rebecca Wineland

Rebecca Wineland

Becca spends her days changing diapers, playing “Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes” on the ukulele, and stubbornly pursuing her dream of starting a teen mentoring program. She’s a recent DC transplant with a love for laughter and a passion for prayer.

About Rebecca Wineland

Becca spends her days changing diapers, playing “Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes” on the ukulele, and stubbornly pursuing her dream of starting a teen mentoring program. She’s a recent DC transplant with a love for laughter and a passion for prayer.

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