A Prayer to the Holy Spirit

I’m going through some papers in my office and came across this prayer to Holy Spirit.  It seemed to me a prayer we could all use at this time.  (My handwritten note indicates “anonynous” author; if you have a source for it, I’d be grateful to know it.)

Come, Holy Spirit,
Replace the tension within with a holy relaxation.
Replace the turbulence within with a sacred calm.
Replace the anxiety within with a quiet confidence.
Replace the fear within with a strong faith.
Replace the bitterness within with the sweetness of grace.
Replace the darkness within with a gentle light.
Replace the coldness within with a loving warmth.
Replace the night within with your day.
Replace the winter within with your spring.
Straighten my crookedness.
Fill my emptiness.
Blunt the edges of my pride.
Sharpen the edge of my humility.
Light the fires of love;
Quench the flames of lust.
Let me see myself as You see me.
That I may see You as You have promised,
and be blessed according to Your word;

Blessings on your day!

Update: With gratitude to my friend Gerry, the source of the prayer appears to be Rev. Mother Rosalee Hill, R.S.C.J., although some attribute it to Anonymous and others to Father Moriarty.


Happy Valentines Day

When I was a child, we made Valentines Day cards for everyone – our parents, our siblings, our cousins, our teachers, our friends.  In some, but not all years, the recipients may have included someone we had a crush on.   And, up until well into my adulthood, my father gave candy on Valentines Day, not only to my mother, but to each of his four children ( his son as well as his three daughters).  No doubt that contributed to  to my sense that “Happy Valentines Day” was a greeting appropriately conveyed to anyone who meant something in my life.

So on this Valentines Day, let me say thank you and I love you to…

…those who have encouraged me and helped me to grow;

…those who have loved me even when I’m not being very lovable;

…those who have helped me look my demons in the face;

…those who have gone out of their way to be kind and caring;

…those who have given when I’ve been unwilling to ask;

…those who inspire me by their example;

…those who have quietly supported me, even when they haven’t understood the direction I was taking;

…those who have been willing to put an arm around me when I needed to be consoled and kick my behind when I’ve needed to be pushed;

…and all those who have enriched my life by their presence and by being who they are.

To all of you I say: Happy Valentines Day. Thank you and I love you.

[adapted from a post I made some years ago]

A Tactic of Love

Thomas Merton has often been a source of wisdom and reflection for me.  I thought these words of his from Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander were useful for all of us in these fractious times.

The tactic of nonviolence is a tactic of love that seeks the
salvation and redemption of the opponent, not [our opponent’s] castigation,
humiliation, and defeat.  A pretended nonviolence that seeks to
defeat and humiliate the  adversary by spiritual instead of physical attack is little more
than a  confession of weakness.  True nonviolence is totally different
from this, and  much more difficult.  It strives to operate without hatred, without
hostility, and without resentment.  It works without aggression, taking the  side of the good that it is able to find already present in the adversary.  This may be easy to talk about in theory.  It is not easy in practice,  especially when the adversary is aroused to a bitter and violent  defense of  an injustice which [the adversary] believes to be just.  We must therefore be careful how we talk about our opponents, and still more careful
how we  regulate our differences with our collaborators.  It is possible for the  bitterest arguments, the most virulent hatreds, to arise among those who are  supposed to be working together for the noblest of causes.

Let Your Servant Go in Peace

Today the Catholic Church celebrates the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord.  The feast commemorates the day Mary and Joseph bringing their newborn child, Jesus, to the temple “to present him to the Lord” in fulfillment of the Scripture that “Every male that opens the womb shall be consecrated to the Lord.”  When they arrive at the temple, both the devout man Simeon and the prophetess Anna recognize Jesus as their Lord.

I love praying with the passage from Luke that describes this event.  I can feel Simeon’s joy and praise and confidence, as he holds the child and says to God, “Now, Master, you may let your servant go in peace, according to your word, for my eyes have seen your salvation.”  As I sat with the passage this morning, I wondered what it would take for me to honestly say, “I’m now ready to go in peace, Lord.”  (The best I can say is give me the grace to go willingly whenever you call me.)

I’m also always struck by Simeon’s words to Mary in this passage  “Behold, this child is destined for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be contradicted – and you yourself a sword will pierce – so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.”  What must Mary have felt when she heard these words?  Frightening words to the mother of a baby.  You expect people to look at your baby and say things like, “He looks just like his mother,” or “What a beautiful baby.”  And if anyone makes any predictions, you expect to hear, “He’ll grow into a fine young man.”  But Mary hears a much more troubling prediction.

I’m guessing Mary did with those words what she did so often: pondered them in her heart.  And prayed to her God in whom she had so much faith and trust.  And loved her child… knowing he would not be hers forever.