We pray the words of this coming Sunday's psalm in solidarity with these our kindred, and all their loved ones, with whom we dwell together, now and always, in the heart of God.
May we all pray, and pray, and pray, from the richness of our own traditions and languages, and from the places where we now dwell, including hospitals, refugee camps, basements, bomb shelters, and open fields.
Psalm 63:1-8, King James Version, 1611, slightly adapted:
O God, thou art our God; early will we seek thee; our souls thirsteth for thee, our flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;
to see thy power and thy glory, so as we have seen thee in the sanctuary.
Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, our lips shall praise thee.
Thus will we bless thee while we live: we will lift up our hands in thy name.
Our souls shall be satisfied as with a rich feast; and our mouths shall praise thee with joyful lips:
When we remember thee upon our beds, and meditate on thee in the watches of the night.
Because thou hast been our help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will we rejoice.
Our souls followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth us.