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Emotional Meditation—By Micah Siemens

“Give ear to my prayer, O God, and hide not yourself from my plea for mercy! Attend to me, and answer me; I am restless in my complaint and I moan.” (vv.1–2)

This psalm opens with urgency—not poetic calmness, but noise. The kind that lives inside the chest when thoughts won’t slow down and prayer feels less like reverence and more like survival. The psalmist isn’t shaping beautiful theology here; he’s asking God not to look away. ‘Hide not yourself’. That line alone tells us how close despair feels.

What resonates deeply is the word restless. Not just troubled—restless. There is no stillness here. No quiet confidence. Only a mind pacing back and forth, circling the same fears, unable to land. I know this place very well. The kind of anxiety that keeps you spiritually awake even when your body is exhausted.

“Because of the noise of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they drop trouble upon me, and in anger they bear a grudge against me.” (v.3)

The pain has a source, but it isn’t singular. It’s layered—voices, pressure, hostility. I think Noise is the right word. Not every threat is sharp and clear; some just hum constantly, wearing you down over time. And the psalmist doesn’t minimize that effect. He names it.

“My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death have fallen upon me. Fear and trembling come upon me, and horror overwhelms me.” (vv.4–5)

These verses don’t rush past the physical reality of fear. Anguish lives within. Terror falls. Fear comes surfaces Horror overwhelms. Emotion here is not abstract—it has weight, motion, force. And reading this, I’m reminded how faith doesn’t erase fear; it gives us language for it.

There are moments when fear feels theological only in hindsight. In the moment, it feels bodily. Immediate. Inescapable. This psalm allows that truth to stand without correction.

“And I say, ‘Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest; yes, I would wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness.’” (vv.6–7)

This isn’t cowardice—it’s honesty. The desire to escape is not the same as the desire to abandon faith. Sometimes it’s simply the longing for quiet. For space. For a place where nothing is demanded of you. The wilderness here isn’t punishment; it’s relief. I feel this deeply. The temptation to think, If I could just get away—if I could just disappear for a moment—then maybe my soul could breathe again. The psalm doesn’t judge that impulse. It lets it speak.

“I would hurry to find a shelter from the raging wind and tempest.” (v.8)

The storm is not imagined—it is raging. And the psalmist isn’t asking for victory yet. Just shelter and cover. A pause in the wind. And maybe that’s where this first movement leaves us: not resolved, not healed, but still praying. Still turning toward God in the middle of the noise.

Psalm 55 begins by reminding us that faith sometimes sounds like restlessness, and prayer sometimes begins with a plea just to be seen.

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