I meditate on the words that I hear as You whisper in my heart,
words that refresh and renew my soul.
This is my comfort when doubts arise, the secret Promise of Life.
Though others do not understand me, assurance and peace in You sustain me.
Let my self-made spirit decrease, that I may be rich in your Divine Spirit!
Let me carry the crosses that come to me, which your strength to bear me up.
May I become hollow like a reed, so You may play your melody through me.
For I long to be attuned to the great song of the Cosmos, to know the song of inner praise!
O, that I might hear the Divine Melody within and give birth to a dancing star!
Nan C. Merrill Psalms for Praying
Reflection:
Remembering God’s word gives the psalmist hope. Remembrance doesn’t negate the psalmist’s suffering, nor does it rid the world of the wicked, but somehow, it does give comfort and strength to endure.
I don’t understand how memory gives hope, only that it does. In the middle of the night when I lie awake in worry, or in a difficult situation, or when the national news once again makes me wonder if there is any love for neighbor left in the world… I pause, take a deep breath, and remember that God is Love. We are all children of Love. Love has and will sustain us all.
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