Harden not your hearts as at Meribah.
As at that day at Massah in the desert.
Our steps may take us far.
But at the end of our days there is little we can safely assert.

I love these words of the Ninety Fourth psalm.
They remind me of Matins at the Monastery.
Very early in the dark morning all is calm.
To another world I am on a ferry.

And they sum our own questioning.
And we will never be shown water gushing from a stone.
We will go on seeking.
If necessary alone.

But we never lose heart in trying.
Even if I’m not succeeding.

Haiku

Do our hearts welcome
Or do they harden often
A daily struggle

[Note: See today’s Psalm 94]