Category Archives: Prayer

A Song Of The Road

I lift my cap to Beauty,
I lift my cap to Love;
I bow before my Duty,
And know that God’s above!
My heart through shining arches
Of leaf and blossom goes;
My soul, triumphant, marches
Through life to life’s repose.
And I, through all this glory,
Nor know, nor fear my fate—
The great things are so simple,
The simple are so great!

~ Fred G. Bowles ~

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Refusal

“Here is my heart; it’s clean.
I give it, Lord, to Thee.”
And then I saw God plainly
Turn aside from me.

“I do not want your heart,
Closed tightly to other men.
Open it up, my child,
And return it to me again.”

~Raymond Kresensky~

Villanelle

Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews,
Were you spitted in vain on the tree of scorn?
The Pharisees still clamor in the pews.

Your flesh remembers every Roman bruise;
Your brow enshrines the scar of Judah’s thorn,
Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.

Hearken, O Savior, I have brought you news,
Arise in holy anger Easter morn,
The Pharisees still clamor in the pews,

And strut beneath their iridescent hues
While Satan wears the robe which should adorn
Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.

With solemn guile, the devil spins a ruse
For vain and rich. Let Gabriel sound his horn,
The Pharisees still clamor in the pews,

The Publican afar off wipes his shoes
Upon the doormat, puzzled and forlorn;
Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews,
The Pharisees still clamor in the pews.

~Aloysius Michael Sullivan~

The Voice of God

I sought to hear the voice of God,
—And climbed the topmost steeple.
But God declared: “Go down again,
—I dwell among the people.”

~Louis I. Newman~

American Folk Hymn

What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul.
What wondrous love is this, O my soul.
What wondrous love is this
That caused the Lord of bliss
To lay aside His crown for my soul, for my soul,
To lay aside His crown for my soul.

Villanelle Of Challenge

Go count the scars upon your soul and sing,
They are proof that you have met the foe,
A battered crown sits well upon a king.

Since Time makes honey out of sorrow’s sting
And wounds turn purple for the public show,
Go count the scars upon your soul and sing.
While sword or ploughshare on the anvil ring,
Soon, come what may, the fretting world will know
A battered crown sits well upon a king.

And care no more for what the dawn may bring,
Yours is a realm no knave can overthrow,
Go count the scars upon your soul and sing.
Aye, sing the praise for every lonely thing
that breaks its heart on all we say or know;
A battered crown sits well upon a king

Who stands aloof and fills his empty sling
With words and stones to meet fate blow for blow;
Go count the scars upon your soul and sing,
A battered crown sits well upon a king.

~A.M. Sullivan~

Gilead

The heart is cold that has not chilled
With fear that love could pass away.
The soul is dry that does not thirst
For clear refreshment day by day.
And eyes are dim that in the light,
Have never seen the need to pray.

~Mary Brennan Clapp~

The Eternal Goodness

From the poem, The Eternal Goodness

I bow my forehead to the dust,
I veil mine eyes for shame,
And urge, in trembling self-distrust,
A prayer without a claim.

I see the wrong that round me lies,
I feel the guilt within;
I hear, with groan and travail-cries,
The world confess its sin.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things,
And tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed trust my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!

~John Greenleaf Whittier~

A Wish for Today

May today there be peace within.  May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.  May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.  May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.  May you be content knowing you are a child of God.

Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.  It is there for each and every one of us.

~Saint Theresa~

Two Prayers

Only for these I pray,
Pray with assurance strong:
Light to discover the way,
Power to follow it long.

Let me have light to see,
Light to be sure and know;
When the road is clear to me
Willingly I go.

Let me have the power to do,
Power of the brain and nerve,
Though the task is heavy and new
Willingly will I serve.

My prayers are lesser than three,
Nothing I pray but two
Let me have light to see,
Let me have power to do.
~Charlotte Perkins Gilman~

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