Earlier this year I was able to be back with my contemplative prayer group in Southern CA. The reading for the week was a portion from Psalm 85, in Nan Merrill's Psalms for praying.
Here's my reflection.
hope rises like
an updraft of wind
gentle, but enough
to move me
I could write all I hope for
on strips of paper
and cast them to the wind
to scatter like the leaves
tossed, tumbled,
out of my reach
I give chase, but none can be caught
these hopes are
mine, of this world
O Spirit of Truth,
look on my hopes with
your grace
allow me to dance
with joy
and sing like
the sparrow
Dawn M. Switzer
