We give them back to You, O God, who gave them to us. Yet, as You did not lose them in giving, so we do not lose them by their return. What You give, O Lover of souls, You do not take away, for what is yours is ours also if we are yours. Life is eternal, love is immortal, death is only a horizon, and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight. Lift us up, O Lord, that we may see further; cleanse our eyes that we may see more clearly; draw us closer to yourself that we may be nearer to our loved ones who are with You. And while You prepare a place for us, prepare us also for that happy place, that where You are we may also be for evermore. Amen.
Fr. Bede Jarrett, OP
May He give us all the courage we need to go the way He shepherds us, so that when He calls, we may go unfrightened. If He bids us come to Him across the waters, unfrightened we may go. If He bids us climb the hill, we may not notice that it is a hill, mindful only of the happiness of His company. He made us for Himself so that we should travel with Him and see Him at last in His unveiled beauty in the abiding city where there is light, happiness and endless home.
Fr. Bede Jarrett, OP
Surely he hath borne our infirmities and carried our sorrows.
And all the multitude sought to touch him; for power went out from him and healed all.
Isaiah 53:4; Luke 6:19
The favors of the Lord are not exhausted, his mercies are not spent; They are renewed each morning, so great is his faithfulness.
It was this that brought them before God's throne: day and night they minister to him in his temple; he who sits on the throne will give them shelter. For the Lamb on the throne will shepherd them. He will lead them to springs of life-giving water, and God will wipe every tear from their eyes.
Revelation 7:15, 17
I am your merciful Mother, the loving Mother of all those who love me and trust me and seek my aid. Let nothing discourage you. Do not fear any illness or pain, vexation or anxiety. Am I not here who am your Mother? Are you not under the folds of my mantle? In the crossing of my arms?