Lord, my God, that on the afternoon of Holy Thursday did in your last supper in this world the greatest moment of your life up for us all: Let me for a few moments, worship, bless, and thank you.
I, Lord, my whole life was a song of praise to your love. I know I am unworthy of you, Lord. But I am moved by your compassion for Peter, who three times asked if I wanted, and the stain washed three denominations of the three denials.
Lord, I have refused many times over. And yet, I see you raised with me, a sinner. See you next to all who walk this world, so often aimlessly.
Moreover, you have become our bread for the journey through this world. And this bread that feeds us is union with yourself.
Lord, give us strength to never fail, even if the burden of our sins overwhelm us, and the shame of facing you, as happened to Peter, cover of our faces flushed and disarmament our arrogant logic.
Stay with us, Lord, it is nearly evening! Welcomes our praise, that with love we offer wholeheartedly.
A monk
0 comments:
Post a Comment