Hear our voice, O Lord, according to your faithful love.
Keep your eyes clean and your ears quiet and your mind serene. Breathe God's air.
Work, if you can, under His sky.
But if you have to live in a city and work among machines and ride in the subways and eat in a place where the radio makes you deaf with spurious news and where the food destroys your life and the sentiments of those around you poison your heart with boredom, do not be impatient, but accept it as the love of God and as a seed of solitude planted in your soul.
If you are appalled by those things, you will keep your appetite for the healing silence of recollection. But meanwhile—keep your sense of compassion for the men who have forgotten the very concept of solitude.
You, at least, know that it exists, and that it is the source of peace and joy.
You can still hope for such joy. They do not even hope for it any more.
—Thomas Merton. New seeds of contemplation, New York: New Directions, 1962, pp. 86-7.
Oh God, fill us with the divine humility of Christ. Having the same mind that he had, may we may look not to our own things but also to the things of others. May we empty our wills of pride and our hearts of complaining, laying down our glories before his cross.
Jamberoo Abbey Church
Psalm 103. Ancient Serbian Style Chant, by Hieromonk Vasiliy.
May God our Redeemer show us compassion and love. Amen.