WITH GOD

Souls at the Shore

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          It’s rare these days that I have the quiet of the morning to myself, but that is what I received today. Awakening to a still and peaceful day, I thought only of my hot morning coffee and some hours to my thoughts. When I went to greet the day, a slightly chilly breeze twirled around me and the skies were shrouded by the fleece of grey.

          Yet, deep in the eastern bosom, orange determinedly burnt the sky as the sun rose to its call.

          I understood at once that God was calling me to my garden under the awakening skies, to rest my spirit in praise.

          When I returned, I asked for my prayer that day. I sensed that the call to pray intensively for the souls of the departed was receding to make way for another, so I needed to know where my heart was to set anchor.

          In a breath, it came:

Prayer for the Faithful in their Agony
O most merciful Jesus, Lover of souls! I pray Thee, by the agony of Thy most Sacred Heart, and by the Sorrows of Thy Immaculate Mother, cleanse in Thine own blood the sinners of the whole world who are now in their agony and about to die this day.
Heart of Jesus, once in agony, pity the dying. 

~‘With God’ by Fr. F.X. Lasance

          I think of those suffering in unimaginable physical pain. Those in agonies hidden from the sight of the world. Those in a skip of happiness, unaware that the next hour will not be theirs.

          Who will all this day cross the shore.

 Heart of Jesus, once in agony, pity the dying.