On the day Terri's current starvation began, our 5-year old daughter, Ana Maria, brought me a picture she had colored. She had signed it "For Terri With Love."
"Could you please send it to Terri for me, Papi?" she asked with the innocence that believes her father can do all things.
Ana prays for Terri because she loves Terri with a child's heart that embraces life, and for the same reason she will cry when she dies.
A Lamentation for Terri
To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, a Psalm of DavidMy God, my God, why hast Thou me foresaken?
Woe me, from me, why is Thy presence taken?
So far from seeing, mine unhealthful eyes,
So far from hearing to my roaring crys.
O God, my God, I cry while day appeareth:
But, God, Thy ear my crying never heareth.
O God, the night is privy to my plaint
Yet to my plaint Thou hast no audience lent.
But Thou art holy, and dost hold Thy dwelling
Where Israel Thy lauds is ever telling.
Our fathers still to Thee their trust did bear;
They trusted, and, by Thee delivered were.
They were set free, when they upon Thee called,
They hoped on Thee, and theywere not appalled.
ButI, a worm not I of mankind am,
Nay shame of men, the people's scorning game.
The lookers now at me, poor wretch, be mocking;
With moues and nods, they stand about me flocking.
Let God help him (say they) Whom he did trust:
Let God save him in Whom was all his lust.
And yet from the womb Thy Self didst take me:
A mother's breasts, Thou dids good hope betake me.
No sooner my child's eyes could look abroad,
Then I was given to Thee, Thou wert my God.
O be not far, since pain so nearly presseth,
And since there is not one who it redresseth.
I am enclosed with young bulls madded rout;
Nay Bashan mighty bulls close me about.
With gaping mouths, these folks on me have charged
Like lions fierce, with roaring jaws enlarged:
On me all those, who do like water slide
Whose loosed bones quite out of joint be wried;
Whose heart, with these huge flames, like wax o'erheeated
Doth melt away, though it be inward seated:
My moistening strength is like a potsherd dried,
My cleaving tongue, close to my roof doth bide.
And now am brought, alas, brought by Thy power
Unto the dust of my death's running hour:
For bawling dogs have compassed me about,
Yea, worse than dogs, a naughty, wicked, rout.
My humble hands, my fainting feet they pierced:
They look, they gaze, my bones might be rehearsed;
Of my poor weeds they do partition make,
And do cast lots who should my vesture take.
But be not far, O Lord, my strength, my comfort,
Hasten to help me, in this deep discomfort.
Ah, from the sword, yet save my vital sprite,
My desolated life from dogged might.
From lion's mouth (O help) and show to hear me,
By aiding, when fierce unicorns come near me:
To brethren, then, I will declare Thy fame,
And with these words, when they meet, praise Thy name.
Who fear the Lord, all praise and glory bear Him:
You Israel's seed, you come of Jacob, fear Him.
For He hath not abhorred, nor yet disdained
The silly wretch, with foul affliction stained,
Nor hid from him His face's fair appearing;
But, when he called, this Lord did give him hearing:
In congregation great, I will praise Thee:
Who fear Thee shall my vows performed see.
The afflicted then shall eat, and be well pleased,
And God shall be, by those His seekers, praised.
Indeed, O you, you that be of such mind,
You shall the life that ever-liveth find.
But what? I say, from earth's remotest border
Unto due thoughts, mankind his thoughts shall order
And turn to God, and all the nations be
Made worshippers before Almighty Thee.
And reason, since the crown to God pertaineth,
And that by right upon all realms He reigneth,
That they be made, even fat, with earth's fat good,
Shall feed, and laud the giver of their food.
To Him shall kneel even whom to dust be stricken,
Even he whose life no help of man can quicken;
His service shall from child to child descend,
His dooms one age shall to another send.
("The Twenty-Second Psalm," Philip Sidney)