Psalm Eighty-Five

In Iyar: Ani Adonai Rofecha (I am God, your Physician)
A Song of Healing

After this long night of weakness,
I wake again in the morning of return;
Shaking off the terrors and the dreams,
I open my lips to the Eternal.

You are my Strength and my Hope,
The Author of my healing;
You are my Promise and my Courage
Guiding the steps I take toward healing.

After the winter's darkness and biting cold,
The hidden awayness of my illness,
The isolation, the fear that settled upon me,
I rise with renewed strength to praise You.

You are the Wonder of new life,
Warming, healing sun upon my head;
You restore my concern for others,
As I relinquish my constant self-inventory.

You come to me as spring comes,
Circling back to heal the ravaged earth;
You rest Your hand of blessing on my shoulder
And I sigh with relief at Your concern.

I look for You, Divine Physician,
Even as I begin again to take up my life;
I look for You, Complete Healer,
As I begin again.

Glossary: Ani Adonai Rofecha, Iyar