We seem to give back the dead to you, Lord,
who gave them to us.
But as you did not lose them in giving,
so do we not lose them by their return.
Not as the world gives do you give, O lover of souls.
What you give you do not take away,
for what is yours is ours if we are yours.
And life is eternal and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon, and a horizon is nothing,
save the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, strong Son of God,
that we may see further;
cleanse our eyes that we may see more clearly;
draw us closer to yourself, that we may know ourselves
to be nearer to our loved ones who are with you.
And while you prepare a place for us,
prepare us also for that happy place,
that where you are we may be also,
for ever, and ever. Amen.
Rossiter W. Raymond, 1840-1918, American mining engineer, scholar and writer
Do not let your hearts be troubled.
You believe in God; believe also in me.
My Father’s house has many rooms;
if that were not so,
would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?
And if I go and prepare a place for you,
I will come back and take you to be with me
that you also may be where I am.
Oh Lord Jesus, you are full of mercy,
and also the almighty in the world.
Every day with you is better than the day before.
I am aware of your presence inside, always,
even though my condition is life this.
Only you can share in my sufferings.
Oh, I am convinced that whatever sorrow I feel,
you certainly feel it too.
My fellowship with you is priceless.
What can we do without you, Jesus?
You never leave your people in trouble;
our debt is so big.
If we look to the Savior who suffered,
we receive medicine for our souls.
a leprosy patient, Indonesia
“He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross,
so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness;
“by his wounds you have been healed.”
If only I possessed grace, good Jesus, to be utterly at one with you!
Amidst all the variety of worldly things around me, Lord,
the only thing I crave is unity with you.
You are all my soul needs.
Unite, dear friend of my heart, this unique little soul of mine
to your perfect goodness.
You are all mine; when shall I be yours?
Lord Jesus. my beloved, be the magnet of my heart;
clasp, press, unite me forever to your sacred heart.
You have made me for yourself;
make me one with you.
Absorb this tiny drop of life
into the ocean of goodness from whence it came.
Francis of Sales, 1567 – 1622, Counter-Reformation Bishop of Geneva
But he who is joined to the Lord becomes one spirit with him.