For my psalms class, we had to write our own Psalm. After a particularly trying day, I wrote this Psalm. Like a good Jesuit, I can't help but include the themes of pilgrimage and gratitude. I think it fits perfectly with this season of traveling for Thanksgiving.
This morning I come before you naked and vulnerable,
anxious about the road ahead.
Yesterday’s graces have disappeared into the night,
and tomorrow seems but a distant dream.
I feel ever more deeply the fragility of my world,
the tentative nature of all of my desires.
Yet you have promised to accompany me this day,
and I struggle to trust in that promise.
Doubt courses through my veins,
as I wonder whether I have been bold or foolhardy.
Fear too comes when I imagine my path unfold,
what have I gotten myself into?
Your presence emerges in the midst of my anxiety,
as fog lifts from a landscape.
I will accompany you on your journey,
a soft voice whispers in the stillness.
I rise and begin the work of the day,
still hesitant and unsure of myself.
The things I fear succeed in spite of me,
signs of your providence that goes before me.
Even more, you send surprises,
things that shatter my meager expectations.
I stand back in awe and wonder,
aware once again of the marvels of grace.
Now as I sit here in the evening dark,
soft light illumines my day.
I struggle to make sense of it all,
how could I have been so blind?
The spiritual life is not about understanding,
you say to me with a coy smile.
Your heart has been stretched a little more today,
near-bursting with gratitude.