7 is everywhere. After my mother, I claimed it as my lucky number.
Who will do something nice for me today?
A Prayer in Time of Trouble
O Sacred Heart of Jesus, make us remember, when the world is cold and dreary, and we know not where to turn for comfort, that there is always one spot bright and cheerful–the Sanctuary. When we are in desolation of spirit, when all who are dear to us have passed away, like summer flowers, and none are left to us or care for us, whisper to our troubled souls that there is one friend who dies not, one whose love never changes, the Sacred Heart of Jesus on the altar.
When sorrows thicken and crush us with their burden, when we look in vain for comfort, let your dear words come forth with full force from the Tabernacle: “Come to me, all you who labor and are heavily burdened, and I will refresh you.”
Would that we could realize the pure happiness of possessing your sympathy. Would that we could feel–when we are crushed and humbled, when the hope we have lived for has withered, when sorrows and trials that we dare not reveal to any, make our souls sink well nigh unto death, when we look in vain for someone to understand us, one who will enter into out miseries, make us remember that there in one on the Altar who knows every fibre of our hearts, every sorrow, every pain special to our peculiar natures, and who deeply sympathizes with us.
Compassionate Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us; have mercy on us; have mercy on us.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Whatever happened to the Desiderata – ever so popular in a time back then. I saw the title line of this post in another context and it reminded me of the days when there were Desiderata posters prominently displayed for sale in just about every bookstore you went into and, it seemed, on the walls of every friend’s home or apartment you visited.
Last night, a friend posed a question to me – on the subject of the Manchester Arena bombing: When & how will it end? I said I had been asking the same. There’s always been war and terror and maybe the historians can clarify if we’ve ever had anything like today’s strain of terrorist attacks and regime-change wars. Every time I think of my friend’s question, my mind goes to this poem:
Read full poem here.
By the way, Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart, his first novel, whose title is a line from Yeats’ famous poem, remains my personal most re-read book and favourite read of all time.