Rorate Caeli

Knowledge, discernment, prudence, and love.


  O Lord, who art called the Branch, the Orient, the Splendour of the eternal light, and the Sun of Justice, who art that Tree, of whom Thy beloved disciple speaks as the Tree of life, bearing twelve fruits, and its leaves for the healing of the nations, give Thy grace and blessing on all those various states and conditions in Thy Holy Church, which have sprung from Thee and live in Thy Life.

Give to all Bishops the gifts of knowledge, discernment, prudence, and love.

Give to all priests to be humble, tender, and pure;

Give to all pastors of Thy flock to be zealous, vigilant, and unworldly;

Give to all religious bodies to act up to their rule, to be simple and without guile, and to set their hearts upon invisible things and them only.

Grant to fathers of families to recollect that they will have hereafter to give account of the souls of their children; grant to all husbands to be tender and true; to all wives to be obedient and patient; grant to all children to be docile; to all young people to be chaste; to all the aged to be fervent in spirit; to all who are engaged in business, to be honest and unselfish;

And to all of us the necessary graces of faith, hope, charity, and contrition.
Bl. John Henry Newman 
Twelve Meditations and Intercessions for Good Friday

6 comments:

sam said...

Amen!

Long-Skirts said...

Bl.John Henry Newman said:

"Grant to fathers of families to recollect that they will have hereafter to give account of the souls of their children; grant to all husbands to be tender and true; to all wives to be obedient and patient; grant to all children to be docile; to all young people to be chaste"

THE
ROAST BEEF
HOUR

Cloth of cream
China plate
Crystal vases
Decorate.

Blossoms orange
Mums of yellow
Autumn eve
A Sunday mellow.

Sterling silver
Piney vapor
Scents the air
From brass held taper.

Dad and mom
Sipping wine
Roasting beef
Upon we’ll dine.

Chilly children
Crunch on leaves
Runny noses
Wiped on sleeves.

Whipped potatoes
In glass bowl
Salad broccoli
Dinner roll.

Children sit
Carving begins
Under the table
They kick their shins.

Dinner music,
Harpsichord
Say the grace
To thank Our Lord.

Acorn scented
Breezes tame
Swirl around
The candle flame.

Soon to yield
To winter’s power…
But we’ll stay warm
In the roast beef hour!

Elizabeth said...

Long Skirts: Your poem sure conjures images of family-time around the dinner table, and makes me crave an old-fashioned Roast Beef dinner. Nice.

Elizabeth

Long-Skirts said...

Elizabeth said:

"Your poem sure conjures images of family-time around the dinner table,"

Thank you but I believe in Catholic family life as Bl. John Henry Newman reminds us in his magnificent meditations. I have always tried to make Sunday an important dinner for my family, being the Lord's day and feeding them good food is such a wonderful gift to give. Truth is I don't have crystal or sterling silver but if we use the gifts of God's food for us with prayer and love...well...pinch my toes and call me a jelly donut, it just doesn't get any better than that!! Amen.

New Catholic said...

May you have a wonderful dinner with your family this evening, Long-Skirts!

Sue said...

Make all of the Bishops take an oath renouncing Modernism and when the Pope sees he has about fifteen Catholic Bishops left, an agreement with the SSPX will look even better.