I wrote this psalm several months ago when I found myself questioning God about why certain events had come to pass–events that seemed to benefit the oppressors and create suffering among the oppressed. During that time, I turned to the psalms in the Bible and found great comfort in knowing that lessons would be learned, situations would evolve, and God would be steadfast. Perhaps that is a part to hope–being available to God’s purpose and desire to “do the right thing” which strengthens and sustains us.
I think we all befriend Hope as children when our hearts and spirits naively but unconditionally anticipate the light, even in trying times. Yet, as we grow older, our experiences introduce us to Disbelief, Darkness, and Doubt, and we struggle in our relationship with Hope.
This past year, my friendship with Hope has evolved, not only through intentional spiritual formation but also by way of life lessons. It has not been easy, but then again, if it were, would Hope and I continue to grow together?
Anne Lamott says this of Hope:
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.
May we continue to seek solace in our friendship with Hope and may we anticipate love and light with childlike abandon, never giving up.
The Psalm of Hope
Our Healer, our Hope
We greet you in the morning with fresh faces turned toward the sun
You warm our skin and our hearts with your light
You envelop us in your tender love
A new day is dawning and we are strengthened in spirit
Our souls are grateful for the renewal another sunrise brings
We anticipate what is to come with trust in you
Even when the night seems longer than we can bear
Even when Doubt and Darkness block your light
And cover us in the shadows of pain, sadness or loss
You remind us with each rising sun
with each hatching egg
with each blossoming bulb
that you are our Hope
and for you we will wait and watch and work
and never give up.