Prayer of the Day

Your mercy is on those who fear you throughout all generations You have shown strength with your arm. You have scattered the proud and their hearts and fantasies. You have put down the mighty from their seat And have lifted up the powerless.

You crown the year with your goodness, abundance flows in your steps. In the pastures of the wilderness it flows. The hills are filled with joy, the meadows covered with floods. The valleys are decked with wheat.

Joseph of dreams, guard well the poor.Be a strong bar upon the door.Be a broad window all day longto let in sun and wild bird song.Set a new loaf upon the boardto fill the poor man’s scanty hoard.With strength and patience bless the livesof all poor men and poor men’s wives.Listen to poor men’s children

Loving God, let the prayers of Cyril of Jerusalem,whose feast is today,lead us to to know your Son betterand to have eternal life in all its fullness.  Amen

May there always be work for your hands to do.May your purse always hold a coin or two.May the sun always shine upon your window pane.May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.May the hand of a friend always be near youMay God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you. Irish blessing

Blessed is the one who follows not the counsel of the wicked, but delights in the law of the Lord. That one is like a tree planted near running water, that yields its fruit in due season; whose leaves never fade. Psalm 1

Let my attitude today be Christ’s. Let my love give life.

Good people, rooted in the sun, You shine with radiant grace. You shine so finely it surpasses understanding. God hugs you.   You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God. Hildegard of Bingen

You surround us with love when we fall asleep at nightand in every dream we have you also share.O, we bless you and wish you well. Ernesto Cardenal

Hurry, my love, my friend, and come away.Look, winter is over, the rains are done, wildflowers spring up in the fields.Now is the time of the nightingale.  In every meadow you hear the song of the turtledove.Hurry, my love, my friend, and come away. The Song of Songs