O send out your light and your truth;
let them lead me;
let them bring me to your holy hill
and to your dwelling.
Your holy hill
The psalm from which this verse comes is full of heartache and yearning. The poet is far from home, remembering the great processions to Jerusalem, aching to travel that journey again. He longs for the joy of the festal procession up to the temple, to the sacred center of the nation’s life. He dwells now among foreigners who taunt him for God’s apparent powerlessness.
But the words of the psalm give us more than a prayer for the nation and temple to be restored. They speak of our universal sense of alienation, our yearning for a time that is kinder and gentler: our wish for a world more peaceful and families more tender, our desire for a world with fewer aches and more laughter, where sorrows are fewer and joys richer.
The poet prays for God to illumine the path that will lead us to the place where God dwells, to the place of praise and thanksgiving, to the realm of mercy and compassion, to the place where God’s voice is heard and his paths traveled, the place where we offer ourselves to God and share the table of peace.