Could there be, in an ancient poem by an anonymous, long-dead singer about a temple destroyed now for two millennia, a way of hope for desperate, thirsty, insecure, and impoverished travellers through the dangers and anxieties of life in a messed-up world? Psalm 84 not only records one worshiper’s passionate poem of longing to be in God’s presence but also points forward to an even better, and eternal, dwelling for pilgrims in every age.