Friday, May 30, 2008

Today’s text

Psalm 131

Yahweh, my heart is not haughty,
I do not set my sights too high.
I have taken no part in great affairs,
in wonders beyond my scope.

No, I hold myself in quiet and silence,
like a little child in its mother’s arms,
like a little child, so I keep myself.

Let Israel hope in Yahweh
henceforth and for ever.

Prayer

For you my heart longs
in the morning. Calm
I seek, to stable restless
mind, its anxious
doubts caressing,
uncertain that the day--
and I--are sufficient
to the day’s demands.

Be certain, my soul;
insufficient you are,
certainly so, hold no
doubt, but know:
it matters not;
go quiet, undaunted
lay hand to task; hope
attends, love abides;
joy is not absence
of challenge, not
abolition of tension
but holy knowing: Yahweh
keeps you, holds your
life, your moments.
In Yahweh rests all
calm, comes your strength.

Pr. David L. Miller

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Today’s text

Psalm 131

Yahweh, my heart is not haughty,
I do not set my sights too high.
I have taken no part in great affairs,
in wonders beyond my scope.

No, I hold myself in quiet and silence,
like a little child in its mother’s arms,
like a little child, so I keep myself.

Let Israel hope in Yahweh
henceforth and for ever.

Prayer

Quiet, I rest,
silent, at home,
in arms of love,
enrapt, needing not,
to speak;
words spell not
what cannot be
spelled or
said or known,
only inhabited,
at rest in arms of
love unspeakable.

Be silent, my soul,
hold still in Thou
who cannot
be held, who
holds all in
mothers’ hands.
Your smallness, O
soul, is your peace,
your place, your
help, your hope,
your might, your
sight, the
wisdom of calm.

Pr. David L. Miller

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Today’s text

Psalm 131

Yahweh, my heart is not haughty,
I do not set my sights too high.
I have taken no part in great affairs,
in wonders beyond my scope.

No, I hold myself in quiet and silence,
like a little child in its mother’s arms,
like a little child, so I keep myself.

Let Israel hope in Yahweh
henceforth and for ever.

Prayer

You are my place, Holy One;
knowing you, I know
myself, and surrender my
grasping for that which you
have not intended
for me.

But when I praise you,
when your greatness
envelops my soul,
I am complete, with
nothing to prove, and
needing nothing
but you.

I go to my tasks, my
heart calm, my
soul assured, my
mind clear, my
focus pure, my
hands given to
the work you give,
my true worship.

You are my place, Holy One;
in you I know myself,
my freedom.

Pr. David L. Miller