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I have no wit, no words, no tears;

My heart within me like a stone

Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;

Look right, look left, I dwell alone;

I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief

No everlasting hills I see;

My life is in the falling leaf:

O Jesus, quicken me.


My life is like a faded leaf,

My harvest dwindles to a husk;

Truly my life is void and brief

And tedious in the barren dusk;

My life is like a frozen thing,

No bud nor greenness can I see:

Yet rise it shall – the sap of Spring;

O Jesus, rise in me.


Christina Georgina Rossetti


Prayer for the Day

Dear Lord,

For those moments, hours or days when we feel shrouded in the deepest fog, without a sense of hope or joy, may your Son be like a beam of light that sweeps around through the mist and provides us with an anchoring sense of where we are, where you are, and the steps we are to take next in new life.