Friday, October 10, 2003
Friday Morning Meditation
On this Friday morning, my Lord,
let me remember that sad Friday morning so long ago,
when Pilate presented you to the gathered mob,
bloody,
battered,
beaten,
a mockery of a king
crowned with thorns
meant to look small,
crushed,
contained.
Yet no mortal man could contain
the love that looked out over the crowd,
the love that heard the cries of hate,
and still forgave,
the love that waited patiently
as the executioners gathered
and sentence was passed,
the love that chose
this very path
to bring us life.
May I never forget
the gift you gave us
that sad Friday so long ago.
Susan E. Stone © 2003
On this Friday morning, my Lord,
let me remember that sad Friday morning so long ago,
when Pilate presented you to the gathered mob,
bloody,
battered,
beaten,
a mockery of a king
crowned with thorns
meant to look small,
crushed,
contained.
Yet no mortal man could contain
the love that looked out over the crowd,
the love that heard the cries of hate,
and still forgave,
the love that waited patiently
as the executioners gathered
and sentence was passed,
the love that chose
this very path
to bring us life.
May I never forget
the gift you gave us
that sad Friday so long ago.
Susan E. Stone © 2003
Labels: Friday Meditations, Passion of Christ
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
Queen of the Rosary
Queen of the most holy Rosary,
by your gift of a simple string of beads
you lead those of us
who will listen to your soft words
to the love of your son
prayer by prayer,
mystery by mystery
chaplet by chaplet.
Queen of the most holy Rosary,
You lead those of us
who will listen to your soft words
to ponder all these things in our hearts,
moment by moment,
day by day
until they bloom in our lives,
roses for your garden.
O Full of Grace,
Thank you for pouring that grace
onto we your children.
By your example,
prayer,
and loving intervention,
Teach us to love your son
more and more.
Pray for us, O holy Mother of God
that we may be made worthy
of the promises of Christ.
Susan E. Stone, 2003
Queen of the most holy Rosary,
by your gift of a simple string of beads
you lead those of us
who will listen to your soft words
to the love of your son
prayer by prayer,
mystery by mystery
chaplet by chaplet.
Queen of the most holy Rosary,
You lead those of us
who will listen to your soft words
to ponder all these things in our hearts,
moment by moment,
day by day
until they bloom in our lives,
roses for your garden.
O Full of Grace,
Thank you for pouring that grace
onto we your children.
By your example,
prayer,
and loving intervention,
Teach us to love your son
more and more.
Pray for us, O holy Mother of God
that we may be made worthy
of the promises of Christ.
Susan E. Stone, 2003
Labels: Mary
Monday, October 06, 2003
Morning Prayer
Dear Lord,
This day I give you my heart,
teach me to love you more and more each day,
and see your face in all those around me,
even those hard to love
and especially those who hate me.
This day I give you my knees,
where I come to meet you in prayer,
to learn the sweet truths of meekness
and gentleness of heart,
which are never learned standing tall and proud,
to learn to keep you
as my first and foremost treasure,
goal,
love.
This day I give you my hands,
may I clasp them often in prayer,
may you use them to do your holy work,
to build,
strengthen,
comfort,
aid.
This day I give you my feet,
may they walk always in your ways,
and step nimbly over the pitfalls and traps
that the enemy sets,
may they take me at last to my home with you.
Amen.
Susan E. Stone, 2003
Dear Lord,
This day I give you my heart,
teach me to love you more and more each day,
and see your face in all those around me,
even those hard to love
and especially those who hate me.
This day I give you my knees,
where I come to meet you in prayer,
to learn the sweet truths of meekness
and gentleness of heart,
which are never learned standing tall and proud,
to learn to keep you
as my first and foremost treasure,
goal,
love.
This day I give you my hands,
may I clasp them often in prayer,
may you use them to do your holy work,
to build,
strengthen,
comfort,
aid.
This day I give you my feet,
may they walk always in your ways,
and step nimbly over the pitfalls and traps
that the enemy sets,
may they take me at last to my home with you.
Amen.
Susan E. Stone, 2003
Labels: Morning Prayer
