Prayer of the Day
All blessings come to us through our Lord. He will teach us, for in beholding his life we find that he is the best example. St. Teresa of Avila
All blessings come to us through our Lord. He will teach us, for in beholding his life we find that he is the best example. St. Teresa of Avila
Be strong, fear not! Our God is coming. Our God will save us. Then the blind will see and deaf people will hear. Then will the lame leap like deer and people who have never spoken will sing.
Loving God, open our eyes to see your hand at work in the splendor of creation and in the beauty of human life. Touched by your hand, our world is holy.
Violence never again! War never again! Terrorism never again! In God’s name, may all religions bring upon earth justice and peace, forgiveness, life and love! Saint Pope John Paul II
Holy Spirit, Giving life to all life, Moving all creatures, Root of all things, Washing them clean, Wiping out their mistakes, Healing their wounds, You are our true life, Luminous, wonderful, Awakening the heart from its ancient sleep. Hildegard of Bingen
O Christ, our Morning Star, Splendour of Light Eternal, shining with the glory of the rainbow, come and waken us from the greyness of our apathy, and renew in us your gift of hope. Amen. Bede the Venerable
You, all-accomplishing Word of God are the light of primordial daybreak over the spheres. You, the foreknowing mind of divinity, foresaw all your works as you willed them, your prescience hidden in the heart of your power, your power like a wheel around the world, whose circling never began and never slides to an end.
Mother Spirit, Hover over our chaos, Nest in our community, Burn in our greening limbs. Help us believe the rock holds springs; the sea, a path on dry land; the wilderness, frequent shade. Fuel our resilience, sustain our hope, tease our curiosity to step into the impossible.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge
Grant a resting place to the souls of the faithful in the arms of our ancestors, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Feed them in a fertile land and by the waters of comfort, in a paradise of joy and in that place from which the broken heart, sorrow and sighing have flown. Make them rest in