Poetry and Prayers for Sunday Morning

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St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church
Mark 9:24
Lord, I believe, help thou my unbelief.
Egypt 3rd Century
May none of God’s wonderful works
keep silence, night or morning.
Bright stars, high mountains, the depths       
of the seas, sources of rushing rivers:
may all these break into songs we sing to Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
May all the angels in the heavens reply: Amen! Amen! Amen!
Power, praise, honor, eternal glory to God, the only Giver of grace.
Amen! Amen! Amen!


Traveling Mercies by Anne Lamott

Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone’s very heart. There was no sense of performance of judgment, only that the music was breath and food. Something inside me that was stiff and rotting would feel soft and tender. Somehow the singing wore down all the boundaries and distinctions that kept me so isolated. Sitting there, standing with them to sing, sometimes so shaky and sick that I felt like I might tip over, I felt bigger than myself, like I was being taken care of, tricked into coming back to life.

W.H. Auden “Anthem”

Let us praise our Maker, with true passion extol Him.
Let the whole creation give out another sweetness,
Nicer in our nostrils, a novel fragrance
From cleansed occasions in accord together
As one feeling fabric, all flushed and intact,
Phenomena and numbers announcing in one
Multitudinous ecumenical song
Their grand givenness of gratitude and joy,
Peaceable and plural, their positive truth
An authoritative This, an unthreatened Now
When, in love and in laughter, each lives itself,
For, united by His Word, cognition and power,
System and Order, are a single glory,
And the pattern is complex, their places safe.