my soul by itself is so dry

Still Lifes, Dry Twigs by jrperes

Lord, how much juice you can squeeze from a single grape.
How much water you can draw from a single well.
How great a fire you can kindle from a tiny spark.
How great a tree you can grow from a tiny seed.
My soul is so dry that by itself it cannot pray;
Yet you can squeeze from it the juice of a thousand prayers.
My soul is so parched that by itself it cannot love;
Yet you can draw from it boundless love for you and for my neighbor.
My soul is so cold that by itself it has no joy;
Yet you can light the fire of heavenly joy within me.
My soul is so feeble that by itself it has no faith;
Yet by your power my faith grows to a great height.
Thank you for prayer, for love, for joy, for faith;
Let me always be prayerful, loving, joyful, faithful.

Guigo II, died 1188, Carthusian monk who lived near Grenoble, France
HarperCollins Book of Prayers


We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials,
   for we know that they help us develop endurance.
And endurance develops strength of character,
   and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.

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