Lord, give me the grace to fall at Your feet,
And weep,
No,
Scream,
At a world in free fall.
We are living on edge,
Each and every one,
Afraid to admit we are weak and need You.
Lord, give me the grace to find my smile,
When all descends into madness,
When arrogance and error clouds my heart,
And soul.
When day rolls into day,
And nothing seems to change.
Lord, give me the grace to cling to the edge of the cliff,
And not let go.
When I see the roaring waves beneath me,
And the thundering clouds above.
There You are,
Stretching out Your hand,
To save me.
Lord, give me the grace to tread the lonely path,
That life can sometimes be.
Feeling my way in the dark,
Ever seeking,
Ever praying,
Ever calling out,
To You.
Lord, give me the grace to accept my own soul,
Weary yet yearning for relief,
And new wineskins.
Lord, give me the grace to accept myself,
Yet forget myself, and find myself,
In the reflection of Your gaze.
Lord, give me the grace to let go of it all,
For nothing means anything,
If You do not will it.
I am spent, Lord,
I am tired of trying to find You.
Help me to see that You were here,
All along.
This Sunday is the Solemnity of Pentecost. The Catholic Church – and we the people who comprise it – needs more prayers. This is a night prayer from a little book called Devotions to the Holy Spirit by Brian Moore SJ. I find it comforting not only at night before bed but at any time.
May your heart and mind be blessed by this:
In stillness and in silence deep as night,
be my soul before you, Holy Spirit.
Come down upon me, soft as the starlight;
close around me, closer than the dark;
refresh me and renew me,
as dew-fall and rain-fall renew the earth.
Stay with me, Lord, until the morning comes;
and at the dawning of the new day
be you an even brighter sunburst in my soul.
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