Sunday reflection . . . May every soul that touches mine…




“May every soul that touches mine – be it the slightest contact –
get there from some good; some little grace; one kindly thought;
one aspiration yet unfelt; one bit of courage for the darkening sky;
one gleam of faith to brave the thickening ills of life;
one glimpse of brighter skies beyond the gathering mists –
to make this life worthwhile.”

~George Eliot







Text & image source: Jana Eid


Give Me Strength!




“Give Me Strength

This is my prayer to thee, my lord—
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.”

― Rabindranath Tagore





Text & image source: Pebbles of Joy

Sunday reflection . . . Prayer of an Anonymous Abbess




“Prayer of an Anonymous Abbess:
Lord, thou knowest better than myself that I am growing older and will soon be
old. Keep me from becoming too talkative, and especially from the unfortunate
habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and at every
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong.
Keep me reasonably gentle. I do not have the ambition to become a saint —
Make me sympathetic without being sentimental, helpful but not bossy.
Let me discover merits where I had not expected them, and talents
in people whom I had not thought to possess any. And,
Lord, give me the grace to tell them so.

Amen ”

– Margot Benary-Isbert






Text & image source: Anna-Maria Szepesi/Harmony

May Contemplation . . . the Festival of the Holy Dove…





Pentecost approaches..
The renewal of Power..
Ratification of the oldest Promise..

He, the “I am that I am” Willed:
“Let there be Light…”

This was followed by:
“Let the Light be anchored…”

From that Moment,
The yearly renewal of the Power
Occurring through the Holy Spirit began.

It is called, the Festival of the Holy Dove..
The outpouring of Power through the Holy Spirit.

Breathlessly Creation await this Moment.

May this Blessed Grace reach us in His Unsubstantiate incomprehensible Love.






Text & image credit: Obinna Magnobi

Come May, sweet May, with all thy bloom,




Come May, sweet May, with all thy bloom,
Thy fragrant breezes, azure skies,
Come quickly to the waiting earth,
And bid its bidden treasures rise.
Give us again the song of birds,
The scent of blossoms on the air,
The rustle of the growing grass,
The dainty primrose, sweet and fair.

Oh! there are hearts that long to feel
Thy soft caress on cheek and brow;
Hearts grieving, that would fain be glad;
Come then, dear May, and teach them how.
Come, tell us of thy sister June,
What gifts from her shall follow thine?
Ah! roses red she wears for crown;
Bright May, thy primrose shall be mine.

All yellow o’er the grassy lane
The cowslips spread, and ‘neath thy skies
The sweet “May blossoms” in their beds,
With violets, ope their soft blue eyes.
Then come, come quickly, charming May,
Strew the broad earth with gifts so sweet;
And hill and vale, and earth and sky,
Thy praises ever shall repeat.

by Mary Dow Brine






Art Michael Coulter
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

Our hands imbibe like roots . . .




“Our hands imbibe like roots
so I place them on what is beautiful in this world and,
I fold them in prayer and they draw from the heavens light.”

~ St. Francis of Assisi








Photo credit: Welcome Home
Text source: Earthschool Harmony

At the ending of day, in the darkness of night….




“At the ending of day,
in the darkness of night
we seek an inner assurance of your presence.

Our body is still
and our soul is silent
as we listen for the renewing springs of your Spirit
deep in the ground of our being
and in earth’s quietness all around us.

Guide us to the wellsprings of health
in the landscape of our soul
and to the hidden reservoirs of strength
in the people and places of our life
that we may be made well this night,
that we may be made well.”

~ John Philip Newell,
in Sounds of the Eternal








Pinterest photo
Text & image source: Night Prayers