Psalm 51 redux — Carla Grosch-Miller, UK

17th Sunday after Pentecost, Year C

A response to Psalm 51



The depth of my suffering

in the knowledge of what I have done

is beyond my capacity to speak it,

beyond my capacity to bear it.

I cry out to the Beyond: Have mercy!

Remember my frailty

and the curse of my freedom.

Remember as a Mother remembers

the child whom she has borne.

Remember, and remind me

of the steadfast sureness of Your love.

Remember, and lift me into Your embrace.

Be as balm to me and as bath;

tenderly wash and restore me.

Grant me newness of life.


You awaken me to truth in my inner being.

I enter Your vast silence and listen:

the wisdom of deep structures murmurs.

You hold all contradictions and ambiguities

as though they are but feathers on the wind.

My significance collapses and emerges.


You speak to my deep needs:

to be forgiven,

to be known and still loved,

to be freed to begin again,

to live content, in joy and hope.

In You is life.


Create in me a clean heart,

and put a new and right spirit within me,

as only You can.

And I shall never stop praising You.

I shall seek to speak words that reveal You.

I shall lift my voice and sing of Your salvation.


May Your goodness ever flow among people,

and Your purposes be fulfilled on the earth.

Printed with the permission of the author, from her book Psalms Redux