The Prayer Seeker
O God, you are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you,
my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.
I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.
My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
I stay close to you;
your right hand upholds me.
They who seek my life will be destroyed;
they will go down to the depths of the earth.
They will be given over to the sword
and become food for jackals.
But the king will rejoice in God;
all who swear by God’s name will praise him,
while the mouths of liars will be silenced.
Michael read this through once and then was still. He sat on the sofa staring straight
ahead, with the open book on his lap. It seemed to him that his faith, how ever small or
all-encompassing, was held together by the psalms and the way they flowed over and
through his life. He looked out of the window for a while, feeling the sudden quietness in
his own thoughts. He could see the garden, the bench that he sat and read on when it was
warm, and the plum tree that had been here when he first arrived. He had no idea how it
survived his ignorance but it did. As he gazed, a small flock of sparrows danced their way
through the trees lining the fence on the right, followed by a blackbird or two. They made
him smile, as did the psalm, but differently.
Because he too was seeking God earnestly. That desire had been the main, perhaps
the only, driving force of his change in lifestyle. Chris, of course, would have seen that,
which was why he’d recommended this psalm. It was astonishing how much it rang true.
He’d always sensed how closely the body and the soul were linked together and, in the