From St. Gregory of Narek (about whom I know nothing....), this was the meditation yesterday in "Magnificat" magazine. I was humbled by the thoughts and uplifted by the language:
By your will, Almighty, may the ears of my stubborn heart be open to the sound of life.
By this tiding of your magnificent good works,
may the ears of the deaf hear.
Through this bell may the tongues of the dumb speak.
May the sight of the eyes be restored,
that they might look upon you purely in unwavering adoration.
May the weary wills of men be refreshed,
that they might repent and return to you.
In my turmoil, O Lord,
grant me the rain of tears
Let this be from you to us
a message of joy,
a jubilant shout,
a tranquil song,
a thing of bliss,
a means of salvation,
an occasion for pardon,
a banishment of grief,
an extrication from entanglements,
an easing of anxiety,
a ceasing of cares,
a dispelling of sighs,
an alleviation of groaning,
an assurance of necessities,
a discipline of passions,
a consolation for disappointments,
a cure for pains,
an immunization against backsliding,
a contemplation of things invisible.
Oh, Lord, hear our prayer!
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