Merton Monday

Solitude is not and can never be a narcissistic dialogue of the ego with itself.

Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation
Sunday Evening Prayer


Lord, teach us the silence of humility,

the silence of wisdom,

the silence of love,

the silence that speaks without words,

the silence of faith.

Lord teach us to silence our own hearts and minds that we may listen for the movement of your Holy Spirit, and feel your presence in the depths of our being.

(Take a few moments and be still and silent with the Lord)


      a prayer from the Wild Goose Worship Community

Sunday (Sabbath) Morning Prayer


You are the voice we can scarcely hear

because you speak to us about dying and suffering,

and we are impacted by so many voices

that have to do with power and competence

and success.

We do know that you are the voice that gives life,

that you are the voice that opens futures to people who are hopeless.

We are a part of a hopeless people,

because the other voices eat at our hearts,

and we are immobilized

and we become deaf.

So we pray for new ears.

We pray that your voice may be more audible to us,

that we may be able to sort out the death-giving

from the life-giving voices among us.

We pray in the name of Jesus,

through whom you have spoken

in such inscrutable ways.


                   Walter Brueggemann

Saturday Evening Prayer


O gracious and holy Father,

Give us wisdom to perceive you,

intelligence to understand you,

diligence to seek you,

patience to wait for you,

eyes to see you,

a heart to meditate on you,

and a life to proclaim you,

through the power of the Spirit of Jesus Christ our Lord.

                                    St. Benedict (480-547)

Saturday Morning Prayer


Show me, O Lord, your mercy, and delight my heart with it.  Let

me find you whom I so longingly seek.  See, here is the man whom

the robbers seized, mishandled, and left half dead on the road to

Jerico.  O kind-hearted Samaritan, come to my aid!  I am the sheep

who wandered into the wilderness – seek after me, and bring me home

again to your fold.  Do with me what you will, that I may

stay by you all the days of my life, and praise you with all those

who are with you in heaven for all eternity.

                                    St. Jerome (c.347-420) Biblical scholar and hermit

Friday Evening Prayer


O Lord, I do not pray for tasks equal to my strength:  I ask for strength equal to my tasks.

                                    Phillips Brooks (1835-1893, Episcopal bishop of Massachusetts, author of the carol “O Little Town of Bethlehem”

Friday Morning Prayer


Oh Lord, you know how busy I must be this day; if I forget you, do

not forget me:  for Christ’s sake.

                                    Sir Jacob Astley (1579-1652), before the battle of Edge Hill in 1642

Thursday Evening Prayer


Oh you, from whom to be turned is to fall,

            to whom to be turned is to rise,

            and in whom to stand is to abide forever:

Grant us in all our duties your help

            in all our perplexities your guidance,

            in all our dangers your protection,

            and in all our sorrows your peace;

Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

                                    St. Augustine of Hippo

Thursday Morning Prayer


O God, early in the morning I cry to you.

Help me to pray

And to concentrate my thoughts on you:

I cannot do this alone.

In me there is darkness,

But with you there is light;

I am lonely, but you do not leave me;

I am feeble in heart, but with you there is help;

I am restless, but with you there is peace.

In me there is bitterness, but with you there is patience;

I do not understand your ways,

But you know the way for me….

Restore me to liberty,

And enable me so to live now

That I may answer before you and before me.

Lord, whatever this day may bring

            Your name be praised.

                                -    Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Wednesday Evening Prayer


My God,  I desire to love thee perfectly,

            With all my heart which thou madest for thyself

With all my mind, which only thou canst satisfy

            With all my soul, which feign would sour to thee.

With all my strength, my feeble strength, which

            Shrinks before

So great a task and yet can choose naught else but

            spend itself

In loving thee.

            Claim thou my heart,

            Fill thou my mind,

            Uplift my soul and

            Reinforce my strength,

            That when I fail thou mayest succeed in me

            And make me love thee perfectly.

     —From Love Is My Meaning by Elizabeth Basset