lament
Following a sermon series from the book of Lamentations, the congregation was invited to submit contributions - written, painted, musical - to our own 'Book of Lament', to help us all find a way through the Coronavirus pandemic.
To introduce it, our Rector Will wrote: 'The writer of the book of Lamentations created something very personal – some of it is a rant to God – and I encourage you to be honest with God about how you have been struggling.  Perhaps even think of it as a letter –  a written prayer – to God. '
Here are some of the contributions. Feel free to add your own - send it to the Rector (rector@bpchurch.uk)
or the office (office@bpchurch.uk).
 
LamentSallyCooper    For all those who have lost a loved one to Coronavirus:
   "Our hearts bleed for you."

   Sally Cooper 2021
 
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LOCKDOWN.…
 
Trapped inside a bubble,
I can virtually see beyond, but, in reality, not so.
I cannot be with, touch, embrace and kiss,
run with, play with, eat and drink with,
walk with, talk with, laugh uncontrollably with
the ones I love, the objects of my passion.
They are trapped inside their own, imprisoning bubbles, too.
It’s hard, but we’ll survive.
One day our claustrophobic bubbles will burst,
and we’ll be free
to live again.
 
© Chris Murray.
 
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LAMENTATIONS
 
Who do I think I am to make lament?  – I, who am spoiled in my whiteness, my likeness to an accepted race, writ large upon my aging face
Western, old with the comforts of the belly to insulate my wearing bones, money in the bank and much security, a distinctive house of several rooms, numbered with the few
Who have that most precious place, a garden, in which to breathe, to work, to play, to entertain in better times, whose animals roam free to leave their signs
And live their pampered lives unknowing of the pestilence around.
 
Lament? For Me?  Lament rather for those of greater age who live alone, for those who struggle with a mind unchained, made manic by this cursed pandemic.
Lament rather for our young, whose lives are all they should not be, whose jobs and prospects, loves and learning are put in jeopardy by this dread Corona virus ever turning
From one mutation to the next.  Cry for those so trapped at home their bruises have no time to heal, those whose bodies are abused whose minds are groomed strapped to the wheel
Of their unending daily repetition – indeed a Groundhog Day,
 
For them will I lament but not for me.  For harried parents hard at work, for nurses, doctors, caring staff, for those whose livelihoods are gone, whose days of smile and song
Of meeting friends and drinking games, of sports events and meals together – parties, Christmas, wedding plans, are vanished in this haze of never ending Covid days.
For those who number now among the dead and those they leave behind,
 
For all of them I will lament, but I will not lament for me.  For me I count my blessings too numerous to boast, pray God I learn to pay them on, to share, to make the most
Of gifts I have been given.  To use my own good fortune to spread some joy and cheer around the folks who meet me now, and those who’ve known me year on year.
To try and light a little spark to help us journey through this dark.

Anne Marshall
 
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After a year when we have been unable to hug, embrace, share meals, or all meet together, how wonderful it was that four generations of our family were able to be in church together on Christmas Day. We could barely talk to each other through masks and social distancing, all having to go our separate ways as we left the sanctuary. Thank God for these brief moments of joy.

Brian Roskill
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This is one of many prayers I have poured out at many times in my 
distress over the last many months .
 
Dear Heavenly Father ,
Thank you for all your love and care during all these dark days and endless lockdowns .
You know how anxious and sad I have often felt . The long days of loneliness and 
isolation . The days when the tears flow endlessly .
Thank you for sustaining and comforting me when I have felt so alone . The lack of 
company and missing family and friends so much . 
I pray that soon life may return to some normality and I can meet in person with family 
and friends again . 
At times there seems little hope on the horizon .
I pray you will continue to sustain me through my loneliest moments and that you will 
bring me peace in my heart . Help me to trust you and to remember all your goodness 
and many blessings . Give me hope for the future .
Through Jesus Christ our Lord , Amen 

Ester
 
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Our deepest lament is that our Nation, upon which God has had His Hand for centuries,
has not called out to Him in this pestilence of Biblical proportions but instead turned
to and relied upon our human government and scientists.
 
Bill Mercer
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Lord Jesus, nothing seems right in the world and I am bothered by so many things.
 
My ever-increasing lack of motivation.
 
My inability to concentrate properly and as a result miss opportunities to give help and encouragement to others.
 
Dwelling on wrong decisions and mistakes of the past, about which I can do nothing except ask your forgiveness.
 
Discontent with myself and a feeling of worthlessness.
 
My loss of confidence.
 
Despondency that prevents me from tackling jobs that I ought to be doing.
 
Help me to remember Lord that your love is stronger than any of the things that trouble me and that you are always in charge, whatever happens.
 
 Anon
 
 
 
 
 
O God, have mercy on your bewildered children, that in the midst of this alarming world they may recognize in Jesus your personal care and your presence to heal and save.
May we be agents of that care and that presence, in spite of the little we can do, because we know Jesus.
 
Taken from:
Everyday Prayers by Allen Birtwhistle, Bernard Thorogood & Michael Walker


 
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  I was a keen Walker. When I retired I acquired a part time job with a travel firm, taking walking and sightseeing tours all over Europe, from Spain to Poland, from Italy to Russia. It was a splendid way to enhance retirement, and when our daughter went to live in America, travel was extended to include many parts of the United States.
 
Then, about eighteen months ago, I found I could no longer walk without a stick, then my balance was affected.  My condition worsened over the months, and now, no longer able to drive or walk without a rollator, I am more or less housebound. This seemed to be a real cause for lament. What had God in mind for me?
 
Having come to know the Lord Jesus some sixty years ago, I knew there would be something, even though I had to wait for nine months for a hospital referral to be transformed into an appointment.
 
Of course, this was not the first setback in life I had suffered. The Lord had borne myself and my wife through very difficult times as well as times of great joy.  We have both hope and confidence. As we read in Lamentations chapter 3 verse 4 “He has made my skin and my flesh grow old...” BUT in verses 22 and 23 “Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness”. That is the new life that Jesus offers.
 
Roy Walker

 
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Song of Lament 2020/21
 
My case
 
How long, O Lord, must we endure
this endless state of lockdown pain?
How long maintain this smiling front
till normal life returns again?
 
We pose as actors, playing parts
and loudly strut about each day
until the final curtain falls
on this our long, depressing play.
 
The birds flock in to welcome spring –
show off by singing joyful songs.
But we are forced to hibernate,
imprisoned where we don’t belong.
 
Why do we have to live like moles?
We’re trapped where twilight never ends;
we spend  all day inside, alone,
cut off from family and friends.
 
Did God inflict this pain on us?
Is He the one that we should blame?
Why can’t he simply  intervene
and set it all to rights again?
 
Lord, are you looking after us?
Did you just look the other way?
Why don’t you come and save us now
so we don’t suffer one more day?
 
  
God’s response
 
Who is this one who questions me
demanding answers from afar,
yet knowing nothing of this world?
And you – who do you think you are?
 
So where were you when I began
to make this world? Can you explain
the mysteries of the universe?
Or measure out the earth’s domain?
 
Who set the planets in the sky?
Who put in place earth’s cornerstones,
while morning stars all sang with glee
and angels joyfully intoned?
 
Could you take on and run this world,
or make a better Paradise?
What do you know of how it works?
Answer, if you have advice!
 
Could you design a mountain goat?
Improve upon the human brain?
Can you control the lightning bolts,
or get a corpse to breathe again?
 
Is there one thing that I can’t do?
Do you not think I’m in command?
What limits me, do you suppose?
So how much do you understand?
 
If you just waited, you would find
that good will come by my decree.
Be patient; wait in hope, and trust -
your future is secure in me.
 
 
My reply
 
Ah, my Lord God, I bow in shame;
I see my knowledge is so small.
Forgive my ignorance of things
I hardly understand at all.
 
I’m sorry for my disrespect,
assuming always I know best;
while I am only small and weak,
and you are God made manifest.
 
And yes, I know deep in my heart
that God is goodness, truth, and love.
‘Your kingdom come, your will be done
on earth, as in the heaven above.’
 
Your love for me just proves the point
that you’re so great, and I’m so small.
‘Love so amazing, so divine,
demands my souls, my life, my all.’
 
 
                    ©  Paul Mileham April 2021
 
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My God
 
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Rob Tucker has written a piece of music for the Book of Lament. Click the arrow to play.



 
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