reflections on Psalm 74
Deborah Beach Giordano
© March 9, 2012
The day belongs to You, O God,
as well as the night;
the sun and the moon belong to you.
You established the ends of the earth;
both summer and winter
are in Your hands.
~ Psalm 74:16-17
It is easy to claim the beauties of Spring for God: blue skies and baby birds, trees fluttering with blossoms of delicate lace, gardens of white jonquils and sunlit daffodils, hillsides awash in brilliant wildflowers… Divine fingerprints are everywhere.
Summertime, too, has its wonders and delights: leaf-bedecked trees, fragrant roses and sweet oranges, porches draped with wisteria, and the songs of turtledoves. Surely God is in this place.
In the autumn as the chill winds rise, even then we see the Lord: the magic of the changing leaves, migrating geese, and St. Michael’s late-blooming flowers.
But then winter casts its spell of icy mists, dark clouds and lingering dark. Freezing winds and fierce storms wash the color from the earth, erasing every trace of past joys like forgotten dreams.
How do we praise you, O Beloved, when it feels as if You’ve fled — when those we know and love are mired deep within winter’s snow?
Let us find You, Gracious Savior, in the depths, wherever we are; comfort our spirits and warm our hearts, give us faith to believe where we have not yet seen, sustain our hope in that new Life we do not yet know.