Psalm 130: 1-6
I cry out to you from the depths, God—
my Lord, listen to my voice!
Let your ears pay close attention to my request for mercy!
If you kept track of sins, God —
my God, who would stand a chance?
But forgiveness is with you—
that’s why you are honored.
my Lord, listen to my voice!
Let your ears pay close attention to my request for mercy!
If you kept track of sins, God —
my God, who would stand a chance?
But forgiveness is with you—
that’s why you are honored.
I hope, God.
My whole being hopes,
and I wait for God’s promise.
My whole being waits for my God —
more than the night watch waits for morning;
yes, more than the night watch waits for morning!
My whole being hopes,
and I wait for God’s promise.
My whole being waits for my God —
more than the night watch waits for morning;
yes, more than the night watch waits for morning!
Verse 4 reminds us of God’s
constant compassion and forgiveness, a gift offered freely to each of us when
we embrace the Divine. Forgiveness is
with you, God. Even with our foibles, cracks and soft spots, God tenderly holds
us in exactly the form we were created to be. If we are open to this gentle
Spirit, we can see that we are indeed “perfect” in our humanness, intentionally
and awesomely designed by our Creator. And we find that the gift of forgiveness
resides within us, too, when we live lives seeking spiritual wholeness. We are open
to understanding and embracing those around us, without burden of criticism,
bias or judgment.
I hope, God. My whole being hopes, and I wait
for your promise. I watch for the light and warmth of morning. We
wait and watch, aware of God’s goodness in each of us and in the fragility of all
Creation. How are we called to embody Hope,
to offer compassion and forgiveness in even the most challenging places? I
wonder what peace we might bring to others by loving and trusting them enough to
show our own authentic faults and fissures?
May our living in Hope nurture
and strengthen our deepest faith in God’s reconciling love. Amen.
from
Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver (2004)
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Beside me, the gray sea
was opening and shutting
its wave-doors,
unfolding over and over
its time-ridiculing roar;
I looked but I couldn't
see anything
through its dark-knit
glare;
yet don't we all know,
the golden sand
is there at the bottom,
though our eyes have
never seen it,
nor can our hands ever
catch it
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lest we would sift it
down
into fractions, and facts
certainties
and what the soul is,
also
I believe I will never
quite know.
Though I play at the
edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and
touching, and loving,
which is the way I walked
on,
softly,
through the pale-pink
morning light.
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