With desire and longing on my mind in my own spiritual journey, I turn to the psalms these days, especially psalms of longing. Psalm 62 I chose for a staff meeting this morning, which included:
Wait, my soul, silent for God,
for God alone, my hope,
along my rock, my safety,
my refuge: I stand secure. (62:8-9)
Afterward, one of my staff colleagues searched for the translation on Amazon. And it is there, still being sold. She was surprised new hardcover copies are still available, and still being sold … for up to $100.
I could bequeath her my copy, or I mused, hold onto it and finance my grandchildren’s college education.
Or perhaps I should hold on to the thought of the Psalmist that God alone is my hope.
Catholic Sensibility 