Saint Gertrude Consecration Prayer

St. Gertrude Weekly Consecration Prayer

O LORD God, my Creator, all my desire is before Thee, and my groaning is not hidden from Thee; but inasmuch as the necessities of this life prevent the constant application of my mind to Thy praise, I make with Thee this covenant, earnestly desiring that it may remain in force throughout this week. 

Whenever I look up towards Heaven, I desire and intend to rejoice with Thee in Thine infinite perfections; that Thou art what Thou art, supremely strong and wise and loving and just. 

As often as I open or close my eyes, I desire and intend to approve and concur in all the holy actions which Thine Only-begotten Son, and all the Saints in Heaven and just on earth, have ever done, or shall ever hereafter do, to Thy glory, and desire to be held a partaker in them all. 

As often as I draw my breath, I offer to Thee the Life and Passion and Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the merits and sufferings of all the Saints, to Thine eternal glory, for the welfare and peace of all the whole world, and in satisfaction for the sins of all men. 

Whenever I sigh, I intend to detest and abhor every sin, as well my own sins as those which have ever been committed from the beginning of the world against the honour of Thy Name. Would that the slight and worthless offering of my blood might be accepted in satisfaction for them! Lastly, as often as I move my hand or my foot, so often do I cast myself with entire resignation upon Thy most holy will, desiring that Thou wouldst dispose of me in time and in eternity, according to Thine adorable good pleasure.

And, lest this fivefold covenant should be in any way made void, I seal it with the seals of Thy five most Sacred Wounds, earnestly desiring that it may have its full force with Thee, even though in any one of these actions it be not actually present to my mind

Counting Stars

I counted stars today.

As prophets and dreamers,

Glimpsing God through the darkness,

My wonder soared.

I, too, beheld The promise of eternity,

Stretched across the eons.

Mere points of light

In a midnight sky,

Announcing Truth veiled in mystery,

Of things hidden and unseen,

Of ages long past and yet to be.

Who with me knows that there is more,

Much more?

Lanterns hung in the heavens

Make of me their lampstand,

That Eternal Light Might shine more brightly,

Giving voice to creation.

No dumb marvel,

Rather angelic themes,

To sing high praises

In celestial chants,

For all who turn their gaze Heavenward, counting,

And loosing count,

Journey home.

Copyright 2012 Joann Nelander