The Good Samaritan, Teofilo Patini via Wikimedia Commons
Anoint the wounds
of my spirit
with the balm
of forgiveness.
Pour the oil
of your calm
upon the waters
of my heart
Take the squeal
of frustration
from the wheels of my passion
that the power
of your tenderness
may smooth
the way I love
That the tedium
of giving
in the risk of surrender
and the reaching
out naked
to a world
that must wound
may be kindled fresh daily
in a blaze of compassion
– that the grain may fall gladly
to burst in the ground
– and the harvest abound.
Father Ralph Wright, 1938- , Benedictine Monk St Louis Abbey
Sharing the Darkness
of my spirit
with the balm
of forgiveness.
Pour the oil
of your calm
upon the waters
of my heart
Take the squeal
of frustration
from the wheels of my passion
that the power
of your tenderness
may smooth
the way I love
That the tedium
of giving
in the risk of surrender
and the reaching
out naked
to a world
that must wound
may be kindled fresh daily
in a blaze of compassion
– that the grain may fall gladly
to burst in the ground
– and the harvest abound.
Father Ralph Wright, 1938- , Benedictine Monk St Louis Abbey
Sharing the Darkness
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Luke 10:33-34
But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was;
and when he saw him, he took pity on him.
He went to him and bandaged his wounds,
pouring on oil and wine.
Then he put the man on his own donkey,
brought him to an inn and took care of him.
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Questions
When have you been wounded caring for another person’s needs?
Can you trust God to minister to your wounds in these times?
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