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THE LORD'S PRAYER
                  ...from the Holy Rosary Bulletin

I cannot say Our

    if my religion has no room for others and their needs.
I cannot say Father
    if I do not demonstrate this relationship in my daily living.
I cannot say Who art in Heaven
    if all my interests and pursuits are in earthly origins.
I cannot say Hallowed be Thy Name
    if I, who am called by His name, am not holy.
I cannot say Thy kingdom come
    if I am unwilling to give up my own sovereignty
    and accept the righteous reign of God.
I cannot say Thy will be done
    if I am unwilling or resentful of having it in my life.
I cannot say on Earth as it is in Heaven
    unless I am truly ready to give myself to His service.
I cannot say Give us this day our daily bread
    without expending honest effort for it,
    or ignoring the genuine needs of my neighbours.
I cannot say Forgive us our trespasses
    as we forgive those who trespass against us
    if I continue to harbour a grudge against anyone.
I cannot say Lead us not into temptation
    if I deliberately choose to remain in a situation
    where I am likely to be in temptation.
I cannot say but deliver us from evil
    if I am not prepared to fight in the spiritual realm
    with the weapons of word and prayer.
I cannot say for Thine is the kingdom
    if I fear what my neighbours may say or do.
I cannot say and the glory
    if I first seek my own glory.
I cannot say and the power
    if in my heart I fear what that power represents.
I cannot say forever and ever.
    if I am anxious about this day’s affairs.
I cannot say Amen
    unless I honestly believe,
Cost what it may, 
this is my prayer.


                 Pietà
                               -from The Life of the Virgin Mary

Now is my misery full, and namelessly
it fills me.  I am stark, as the stone’s
inside is stark.
Hard as I am, I know but one thing:
You grew –
in order to stand forth 
as too great pain
quite beyond my heart’s grasping.
Now you are lying straight across my lap,
now i can no longer give you birth.


                                 Rainer Maria Rilke
  (1875-1926)


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