a quiet meditation

Lord, your harvest is the harvest of love; love sown in the hearts of people; love that spreads out like the branches of a great tree covering all who seek its shelter; love that inspires and re-creates; love that is planted in the weak and the weary; the sick and the dying. The harvest of your love is the life that reaches through the weeds of sin and death to the sunlight of resurrection. Lord, nurture my days with your love, water my soul with the dew of forgiveness, that the harvest of my life might be your joy.
Frank Topping

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Francis of Assisi

All God’s creatures got a place in the choir, some sing low and some sing higher, some sing out loud on a telephone wire, some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they’ve got now. Listen to the top where the little bird sings, and the melodies and the high notes ringing, and the hoot owl cries over everything, and the blackbird disagrees. Singing in the night time, singing in the day, when little duck quacks, and he’s on his way, and the otter hasn’t got much to say, and the porcupine talks to himself. The dogs and the cats they take up the middle, while the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles, the donkey brays and the pony neighs, and the old gray badger sighs. Listen to the bass, it’s the one on the bottom, where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus moans and groans with a big t’do, and the old cow just goes moo. It’s a simple song a little song everywhere, by the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear, the dopey alligator and the hawk above, the sly old weasel and the turtle dove. All God’s creatures got a place in the choir, some sing low and some sing higher, some sing out loud on a telephone wire, some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they’ve got now. All God’s creatures got a place in the choir.
Bill Staines
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Celtic Thunder Heritage – “A Place in the Choir” – YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqm-S9J1s_k

Therese of Lisieux

How great and tender is our God who has smiled on the lowly. Eternally my heart will sing a new canticle of love. Come, all who hunger, all who thirst, all who long for fulfillment. The God of mercy waits for you as a mother her child. Oh come to the living water, fear not your weakness, forever trusting in God’s merciful love. Through the shadows of this night, love will be my guiding light. Presence hidden from my sight, ‘till the clouds are put to flight. Only for today, just for today. Beneath your gaze I’ve blossomed forth, as a rose in the sunshine. With joyful heart I’ve given all to the mystery of love. In peace I will come before you with empty hands, relying solely on your merciful love. Through the veil your face appears, beauty shrouded, bathed in tears. Bread of sinners I will share, rose unsettled everywhere. Only for today, just for today. Transformed in Love’s consuming fire, lifted up in glory, her fragrance filling all the earth, drawing us after her. Until, in eternity we join in one chorus, forever singing of God’s merciful love. Canticle of love, song of love, this eternal day I will sing, sing of your love!
Words: Sister Marie Therese Sokol, OCD and Sister Michael Marie Nolan, OCD
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Canticle of Love Lyrics – YouTube

a quiet meditation

Eternal Father, loving God, who made us from the dust of earth. Transform us by the Spirit’s grace, give value to our little worth. Prepare us for that day of days when Christ from heaven will come with might. To call us out of dust again, our bodies glorified in light. O Godhead, here untouched, unseen. All things created bear your trace. The seed of glory sown in man will flower when we see your face.
Benedictine Sisters of Jesus Crucified

Triumph of the Cross

When I survey the wondrous Cross, on which the Prince of Glory died. My richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ my God. All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down. Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small. Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
Isaac Watts
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When I Survey The Wondrous Cross : Choir Of Kings … – YouTube

a quiet meditation

For your help when I am in pain, for hope greater than despair—-Jesus, I trust in you. For comfort when I am lonely, for happiness though it seems far away—-Jesus, I turn to you. For direction at every crossroad, for faith when I am afraid—-Jesus, I turn to you. For forgiveness when I fail, for peace that is your gift—-Jesus, I turn to you. For openness to the fullness of grace, for a heart overflowing with love—-Jesus, I turn to you.
Heart of the Nation

a quiet meditation

The rose is delightful to the sight, but the thorns bring us pain. We are called to endure the thorns of daily life; loneliness, pain and despair. Yet, we cannot do this alone. The love we receive from the rose that lies deep within a soul is God. Trust him and we shall bear our trials. Then we will rise and climb the mountain and sit upon all that brings us down. Our reward is a heavenly bliss that calls us to give. There are still those who do not know that God is love. We are called to plant the seeds to help those in need. Then we shall see other beautiful roses prepared for their heavenly home.
Mary Bombace, OCDS

contemplative awareness

As our prayer continues, we may notice that it gives way to a deep stillness. Now is not the time to be doing things in prayer. In peace and confidence, we must let ourselves be drawn into this stillness—-into what is nothing less than silent contemplation, a simple glance of love towards Jesus. In spirit we will stand with Mary, gazing on her Son, just as she herself stood at the foot of the Cross communing with Jesus in love and receiving into our open hearts the gift of himself. John of the Cross penetrates into the heart of the mystery here, when he writes: “pure contemplation lies in receiving,” and “contemplation is nothing else than a secret and peaceful and loving inflow of God, which, if not impeded, fires the soul in the spirit of love.”
James McCaffrey, OCD

Do you know . . . Pier?

He was handsome, fun loving, courageous and engaging, an athlete and an outdoorsman. A popular picture of him as a young adult reveals the strong young man wearing mountain climbing gear, leaning on a long ice axe, with one foot resting sturdily on a rock. He wrote to a friend: “With every passing day I fall madly in love with the mountains, their fascination attracts me.” Born into a prominent Italian family, he distinguished himself as a member of the Alpine Club and conquered several of Italy’s highest peaks. He relished the challenge of testing his physical limits, but always had time to help his fellow hikers. He slowed down to walk with them on their mountain hikes and helped to carry their supplies. A month before his death, he climbed a high peak with friends. He later wrote at the bottom of a photo of that ascent: “Toward the top.” This short phrase symbolized his way of life. Pier Giorgio Frassati always sought out challenges that carried him beyond himself to become the best he could be. He incorporated prayer and meditation into his daily life and mountain treks. He lived out his Catholic faith with fervent devotion and became a member of the Lay Dominicans. He spoke out on political issues, rejoiced in his love for music and art, and cared for the sick and the poor. On July 4, 1925, Pier Giorgio Frassati died from polio at age twenty four. Today, young adult Catholics around the world perpetuate Pier’s beautiful spirit of service by sponsoring hikes, service projects and prayer gatherings in his honor. John Paul II beatified him on May 20, 1990. Pier Giorgio demonstrates that a true Catholic Christian spiritual journey is a noble adventure. His legacy beckons all people of God and pilgrims of faith, to climb the rugged mountain of holiness. What does this mean? Mysterious and obscure in the modern world, holiness begins with perceiving the whole reality of life within the reality of God‘s love for us. It is not a topic for mere theological speculation, but rather a conviction to be lived. We live it through our individual uniqueness and our Catholic response to the various circumstances in our lives.
Everyday Holiness, A Guide to Living Here ad Getting to Eternity