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| Morning Prayer Carry Me to This Enchanted Shore Now before the morning light appears; now in calm anticipation; now this sacred, still, unmeasured interval I dedicate to thee. Wherever are revived the dying, comforted the grieving, given hope the flagging spirits, raised the fallen, fed the hungry souls; Wherever life begins again, where nothing is impossible, and where the very sun is robed and vested; where the angels from their rest arise; Where all are baptized in the freshet, pure emerging, venom banished in ignominy and washed away; Where common things become a garden, radiant with color, light, and form; Where light is born; Where all the universe declares benevolent intent; where music out of silence grows, where all from nothing comes and all that ends begins: Carry me, O Father-Mother God, to this enchanted shore, that I as well may be reborn and dwell in innocence again. Thine angels send among the suffering. Where they are fragile, make them strong; where broken, make them sound; their pain assuage, evaporate, distill. Thine all-annealing love bestow, and where it finds a cold, unyielding heart, thy shining grace impart, to melt the very stones that guard the hermit’s door, that light may enter and embrace. God, where glory lives, accept our weary selves, complete us. Open our insensate eyes, that we might recognize the riches we possess, and the provision we require — before us now, already ours; all beauty at our feet, all sound by heaven’s choir made crystalline; all that is lovely, seen, recalled; and all abundance — everything we need and more, beyond the sum of ancient dreams and unfulfilled desires. January 22, 2006 |
| Juan Gutiérrez de Padilla Juan Gutiérrez de Padilla (c. 1590 - 1664) was a composer of New Spain (a viceroyalty of Spain that included modern day Mexico, the Philippines, Guatemala, and other parts of Central America and the Caribbean). He was born in Málaga, Spain, but moved to Puebla, Mexico, in 1620 to compose music in the new world. Padilla is one of the more important composers represented in the manuscripts at Puebla, Mexico, and the Hackenberry collection in Chicago, Illinois. He worked at Puebla de Los Angeles, Mexico, which in Baroque times was a bigger religious center than Mexico City itself. He was appointed maestro de capilla of Puebla Cathedral in 1628. The majority of his vast output (over 700 pieces survive) include sacred motets, often for double choir, in the Renaissance style or stile antico as well as sacred villancicos. It often includes accompaniments for organ or various stringed instruments. —Wikipedia |
Once upon a time, we believed in miracles — spiritual
miracles. When we were ill, injured, or afflicted with
priestly purveyors of prayer therapies. We recited
prayers prescribed by the church. We turned to
healers, medicine men, saints, and the somehow
spiritually charged symbols of faith: icons, statues,
pictures, and medals. We looked for signs that prayer,
faith, religion, belief, and God could heal us. And we
found them. Often, they worked wondrously.
Then along came medical science — biology,
pharmacology, radiology, and modern surgical
practices. Suddenly, we had a pill, a treatment, or an
operation for everything that could be cured —
scientific miracles. And prayer and faith were shunted
to the side, their incredible power forgotten. Never
mind that some people got well without science and
medicine. Never mind that some people got well even
when the treatments and pills failed.... Faith was
dismissed as superstition, dismissed with contempt.
Now, everyone has stopped laughing. Now, the very
science that they trust is proving what we hoped, what
we prayed was true all along. Somehow, for some
reason, prayer, faith, and healing work.
Experiment after experiment is showing the
connections, raising possibilities, and suggesting that
God not only exists and answers prayers, that prayerful
“intentions” not only influence physical reality but that
prayer, religion, and faith are good for us — good for
our health, good for our outlooks, good for our
communities, good for our overall physical and mental
well-being. The connections are clear. More than two
hundred studies prove it.
—Kenneth Winston Caine and Brian Paul Kaufman,
miracles. When we were ill, injured, or afflicted with
priestly purveyors of prayer therapies. We recited
prayers prescribed by the church. We turned to
healers, medicine men, saints, and the somehow
spiritually charged symbols of faith: icons, statues,
pictures, and medals. We looked for signs that prayer,
faith, religion, belief, and God could heal us. And we
found them. Often, they worked wondrously.
Then along came medical science — biology,
pharmacology, radiology, and modern surgical
practices. Suddenly, we had a pill, a treatment, or an
operation for everything that could be cured —
scientific miracles. And prayer and faith were shunted
to the side, their incredible power forgotten. Never
mind that some people got well without science and
medicine. Never mind that some people got well even
when the treatments and pills failed.... Faith was
dismissed as superstition, dismissed with contempt.
Now, everyone has stopped laughing. Now, the very
science that they trust is proving what we hoped, what
we prayed was true all along. Somehow, for some
reason, prayer, faith, and healing work.
Experiment after experiment is showing the
connections, raising possibilities, and suggesting that
God not only exists and answers prayers, that prayerful
“intentions” not only influence physical reality but that
prayer, religion, and faith are good for us — good for
our health, good for our outlooks, good for our
communities, good for our overall physical and mental
well-being. The connections are clear. More than two
hundred studies prove it.
—Kenneth Winston Caine and Brian Paul Kaufman,
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| Sister Alma Rose Prayer Pattern I. PRAISE & GRATITUDE Father-Mother, One Creator, Source of Everlasting Bliss, Constant Breath of Inspiration, which, to take, is to inhale the sweet, pure innocence of Heaven: Reluctant must we be to call on you by name, as if we might, by naming, Circumscribe your mystery, when all that is required — to know enough, for now — is to reach out and touch the hem of Glory as it passes by. Until the day we see you face to face, and understanding dawns, sufficient for the hour is Grace; and may we know by faith that to accept abundance, pouring-out of love, is to embrace the wealth of spirit, joy unmerited and favor, our inheritance unearned. (Your praise and gratitude) II. PETITION & INTERCESSION O Ancient Ones, ye saints and angels blessed with intimate acquaintance with the Holy One, and not as we must be, unseeing, blinded by the sun that takes possession of the visible, that we might know it merely by reflection: Guide us when we cannot read the signs that mark the homeward pathways; steer us toward the single destination; give us patience for the waiting; turn our hearts toward those, our fellow travelers, who fail to notice that the way itself is studded with the riches of the holy realm. And when we are diverted by a pretty road that leads to nowhere, show us what small treasure it conceals, some bagatelle that serves as currency, to trade in time for greater wealth, not to be hoarded; we are meant to travel light, I know; for if we show what tokens we have gathered, as if they had native value, not derived from holy purpose, some will steal them, some deceived as we have been. Then should we not forgive, and pity victims of deception, lured, like us, by dim and useless radiance, inconstant light, as if a firefly could show us what might lie around the turning? Your true light, alone, O God, burns to illuminate and not devour, and such as we would find in it is everlasting. Keep us fast upon the guarded path, impervious to fervent summons called in ignorance, or fear, or malice. Teach us, God, to hear your voice amid the shrill or subtle sound and fury. (Your petitions and prayers of intercession) III. CONFESSION Every choice creates a future— never, though, beyond redeeming. Shall we suffer needlessly, inflicting pain, deflected from our calling, kept from Heaven by the specious gleam of something stolen from a cave, believing it will save our souls? (Your confession) IV. REASSURANCE Or shall we seek—instead of gold, and pleasure for an hour— enlightenment, eternal glory, Spirit’s treasure, perfect power? Amen More prayers |
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