On Sundays, Evening Prayer will concentrate on a component from the day’s celebration of Mass. Tonight we mirror on the scene in today’s gospel the place the risen Jesus seems to his buddies and cooks breakfast for them on the shore: holy brunch! Tonight’s track is a favourite of many, “Lord, You Have Come to the Seashore.” The verse that at all times stops me in my tracks is that this:
Lord, as I drift on the waters,
be the resting place of my stressed coronary heart,
my life’s companion, my buddy and refuge.
Stressed… that is description, Lord!
I generally really feel stressed:
unsettled, not comfy, anxious
– however stressed actually says it greatest:
stressed in my ideas and emotions,
stressed in my drives and desires,
stressed in my coronary heart and soul,
stressed in my prayer…
Stressed after I’m on their lonesome,
stressed after I’m in a crowd,
stressed on the earth round me,
stressed proper in my very own pores and skin…
stressed for what’s but to be,
stressed in my seek for reality,
stressed in my religion, my doubt…
Stressed in your presence, Lord
stressed when it appears you are gone,
stressed together with your Spirit’s urging,
stressed together with your reward of grace…
As this present day ends I pray then, Lord
for peace of thoughts and coronary heart,
for serenity, tranquility,
a chilled of my soul
and a therapeutic stillness deep inside
the place I would discover you, ready,
to regular and to settle me,
to be a spot of relaxation
from my ever stressed coronary heart…
Defend me, Lord, as I lie awake
and watch over me after I go to sleep
that awake, I would preserve peaceable watch with you
and asleep, relaxation safely in your peace…
Amen.
Lord, You Have Come by Cesáreo Gabaráin
neither looking for the wealthy nor the clever,
needing solely that I ought to comply with.
O, Lord, together with your eyes set upon me,
gently smiling, you might have spoken my identify;
all I longed for I’ve discovered by the water,
at your facet, I’ll search different shores.
Lord, see my items, my possessions;
in my boat you discover no energy, no wealth.
Will you settle for, then, my nets and labour?
Lord, take my palms and direct them.
Assist me spend myself in in search of the misplaced,
returning love for the love you gave me.
Lord, as I drift on the waters,
be the resting place of my stressed coronary heart,
my life’s companion, my buddy and refuge.
