Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Praying with St. Francis…

St. Francis passed on to us many prayers of praise. He went through his life finding new things for which to praise God at every turn: the little things, nature, the creatures, suffering, his brothers—for whatever is happening, he praises God.

Francis is never trying to earn God's love; he is celebrating it! He continually enjoys God's love in everything he sees and experiences. Mature prayer always breaks into gratitude and praise.

Prayer is sitting in the silence until it silences us, choosing gratitude until we are grateful, praising God until we ourselves are a constant act of praise.

Richard Rohr, from Radical Grace: Daily Meditations

I can’t think of anything to add to this that wouldn’t detract from its beauty…

1 comment:

  1. What strikes me about Francis, dear Mike, is how ... well, Buddhist he sounds sometimes :) (Except of course that Buddhists wouldn't be praying directly to an entity, but just the way he sees life, the paradigm through which he sees things, there are so many linkages. Especially the reference to 'the second death'. Interesting.

    But anyway, this is my thanksgiving today, despite me and God and our current strange stage of our relationship ;)

    "Most high, all powerful, all good Lord!
    All praise is yours, all glory, all honor, and all blessing.

    To you, alone, Most High, do they belong.
    No mortal lips are worthy to pronounce your name.

    Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures,
    especially through my lord Brother Sun,
    who brings the day; and you give light through him.
    And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!
    Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.

    Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars;
    in the heavens you have made them
    bright, precious and beautiful.

    Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
    and clouds and storms, and all the weather,
    through which you give your creatures sustenance.

    Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water;
    she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.

    Be praised, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
    through whom you brighten the night.
    He is beautiful and cheerful, and powerful and strong.

    Be praised, my Lord, through our sister Mother Earth,
    who feeds us and rules us,
    and produces various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.

    Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive
    for love of you;
    through those who endure sickness and trial.

    Happy those who endure in peace,
    for by you, Most High, they will be crowned.

    Be praised, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death,
    from whose embrace no living person can escape.
    Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
    Happy those she finds doing your most holy will.
    The second death can do no harm to them.

    Praise and bless my Lord, and give thanks,
    and serve Him with great humility."