From the Word of the Day
O God, you are my God, in the morning I search for you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh desires you in an arid land, dry, without water. (Psalm 62: 2)
This Psalm is often prayed in the Liturgy of the Word and belongs to the second book within the Book of Psalms. It is part of thirty Psalms concentrated on the desire to see God. We never use the last three verses of this psalm because they are strong, imprecatory expressions.
The Psalmist is a mystic who is begging God with gratuity. He desires to meet Him. He thirsts for Him and sees Him as the God of his life. However, his life is tormented by enemies that attack him and make his life unbearable. His night vigils, perhaps provoked by illnesses and preoccupations, find consolation in God. Yet, his anger does not immediately dissipate and emerges in the final phrases that the liturgy omits: ‘May those who seek my ruin be buried under the earth and consigned to the sword. May they become the prey of boars. The king will find his joy in God, because the mouths of the liars will be closed.’
This is a very realistic supplication because it gives space to feelings and emotions that are not harbored unconsciously but are freed and thus can evolve. Nothing is immediate. God does not reveal Himself immediately, nor is our conversion immediate and instantaneous, the evangelization of every fiber of our being. Life is still a battle, both internally and externally. However, everything we give back to God, He returns to us transformed and redeemed: anger, pain, and misunderstanding. It is an example of prayer-denouncement, often the only way to arrive at the ability to announce the truth.
Lord, grant that my prayer may be authentic, continuous, intense, and that it allows me to come to You in every situation as my one and only Liberator.
The Voice of Andre Chouraqui, Writer and Philosopher
The mystics of Israel were able to read the psalms as an apocalypse of eschatological eruptions and messianic liberation. In the battle against the beast, the Psaltery was the deposit of the true arms of combat; every verse, every word was a sword, and every sword brought death to the demons. Before the hour of final liberation, the just had to become familiar with the power of words, as the soldier readies himself for battle, to find comfort of soul in the burst of the mystical fires of the Word.