Learning to tell time

James Cathcart July 09, 2021 0 0

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Psalm 90 (NRSVA)

1 Lord, you have been our dwelling-place
    in all generations.
2 Before the mountains were brought forth,
    or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
    from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

3 You turn us back to dust,
    and say, ‘Turn back, you mortals.’
4 For a thousand years in your sight
    are like yesterday when it is past,
    or like a watch in the night.

5 You sweep them away; they are like a dream,
    like grass that is renewed in the morning;
6 in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
    in the evening it fades and withers.

7 For we are consumed by your anger;
    by your wrath we are overwhelmed.
8 You have set our iniquities before you,
    our secret sins in the light of your countenance.

9 For all our days pass away under your wrath;
    our years come to an end like a sigh.
10 The days of our life are seventy years,
    or perhaps eighty, if we are strong;
even then their span is only toil and trouble;
    they are soon gone, and we fly away.

11 Who considers the power of your anger?
    Your wrath is as great as the fear that is due to you.
12 So teach us to count our days
    that we may gain a wise heart.

13 Turn, O Lord! How long?
    Have compassion on your servants!
14 Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
    so that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
15 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
    and for as many years as we have seen evil.
16 Let your work be manifest to your servants,
    and your glorious power to their children.
17 Let the favour of the Lord our God be upon us,
    and prosper for us the work of our hands—
    O prosper the work of our hands!

Everlasting to everlasting God

older than mountains and older than sky

We dust, we blades of grass, are overawed

for you blink and a thousand years speed by

We tremble like grain, or curls on a fleece

like wing beaten feathers, hairs on a hide

as we consider our iniquities

helpless, stranded before your raging tide.

So help us Lord to learn how to tell time

that we may value your dear creation

that me might know your love that comes to find

all of us in each moment each last one.

In this moment, this instant, on this day

remember the work of our hands we pray.