Of the Almanac-Diary volume for the centenary

of the return of the Franciscans 1890-1990

Edition François '90

December

Prayer (according to saint augustin Thurian max Of Taizé)

Worship

Lord, you called me, you shouted and you came at the end of my sourdité.
T u sparkled and your splendor put in flight my blindness.
You spilled the perfume of your grâe and I breathed it and I sigh after you.
I tasted you and I am thirsty and of you.
You touched me and I burn the desire of your peace.

Prayer (Pierre Ippersiel)

Before the mystery beyond no one.

Lord, in my life me renconte of people I know people I like people, help me to discover the wealth of each the beauty of each the truth of each.
Help me to accept the clumsiness of each the shortcomingses of each.
But that in these meetings I speak always of what unites people and no of what divides them.
Also, Lord, that the mystery of chaucne owes as many invitations to contemplate your presence on earth. Amen.

Prayer

To become docile and available

Immaculate virgin, give me docility.
Through the person of x ceu who orders me, learn me to reconnaîitre the presence of God mom, to
tavers their wills his/her/its sovereign Will, through their human and same weaknesses through their mistakes, his/her/its love applied to keep me in the Truth.

Give me this doculité.
Also give me to be available.
Ê tre disposnible, it is my God's big and soft requirement.
He/it is to the heart of all, this discreet God and exigenant. He/it is at the heart of all, having right to all, but anxious to let look me for it in the effort, in order to possess It better in the love.

Prayer

To say thank you.
Learn us, Lord, to tell you thank you, because it is beautiful, all it, because the friendship is hot.
Learn us to let bring up joy, to let emerge a smile, to let become us happy.
We would like to be able to tell you thank you even when it is difficult, even when it is gloomy, even when it is sad.
We would like to understand how the test purifies and how the suffering and the death clear on life.
We would like to be able to understand it and to live some to tell you, there also, thank you.

Prayer (John Henry Newman (cardinal + 1890))

In the test

Oh my God and my Savior, you that supported for me of so big sufferings with patience and with strength, give me courage, if I must pass by such tests, to support them also with patience.

Get me this grace, Virgin Marie, you that saw your Son suffering and that suffered with him, to be able to associate me, when I suffer, to his/her/its sufferings and to yours, and to get thus, thanks to his/her/its Passion, thanks to your merits and to those of all saints, to be purchased for the eternal life.

Prayer (Theresa of the child-Jesus, last poetry, May 1897)

To Notre-Dame to Smile

I know that in Nazareth, graceful Virgin, You live very poorly, not wanting anything besides; point of
rapture, miracles, of ecstasies, don't embellish your life, oh Queen of the elected! the number of the small is well gands on the earth, they can, without trembling, toward you to raise the eyes; by the township sees, incomparable Mother, it pleases you to walk to guide them to the heaven.

You appear me, Marie, to the summit of Mount Calvary, standing, close to the Cross, like a lends to the altar; bidder, to pacify the Father's justice, your beloved, Jesus, the soft Emmanuel, a prophet said it, oh sorry Mother; '' He/it is not of pain similar to your pain! '' oh Queen of the martyrs,en remaining exile, you lavish for us the whole blood of your heart!

Soon, I will hear it this soft harmony; soon, in the beautiful sky, I am going to be going to see you! You that come my to smile to the morning of my life, come to smile again me... Mother, has in the evening! I don't fear the burst of your supreme glory anymore with you I suffered, and I want mainteant, to sing on your knees, Virgin, why I like you. And to retell forever that I am your child!

Prayer

In the wonder

To congratulate you, Marie, while singing your rejoicing of girl of God, it is puts in us a little the grace that you received.
You, the woman chosen first by the Father, you marvel us not to have known the sin.
Burst of the dawn of our world you in that the salute was stronger than the pain pure mirror of the divine love where is played the shadowless sun of darkness, help-noi to live as You, in the joy of your Maginifat.

Prayer

Give me for..... the other

Lord, when I will be hungry, give me someone to nourir.
When I would be thirsty, give me someone to water
When I will be cold, give me someone to clothe.
When I would be da the tristessse, give me someone to raise.
When my burden will weigh me, load me of the one of the other.
Qaund I would need tenderness, that one calls on mine.
That your will is my food, your grace my strength and your love my rest.
That all my life is an offering perpetually stretched toward toi,ô my Father, until the day where it will please you of the prenre.

Prayer

Of a brother trappiste

Learn us to ask, Lord, because, too often, we honor you of the lips and our heart is far from you.
Learn us to ask, Lord, because our prayer is too shy; it doesn't dare to ask with you than you only can grant.
Learn us to ask, Lord, because we so often forget to rent you for the marvels that you know for chaucn of us.
Learn us to ask, Lord, because our prayer looks so little like a living contact with you, that know us by our name.

Prayer (Chira Lubich (Of the Focolaris))

To be sign of your love.

Those that are alone, Lord, give them to me.
I felt in my heart your compassion owing the forsaken that fill the world.
I like all to be sick and lone.
Who comforts their pain?
Who cries on their slow death?
Who presses on its own heart their hearts without hope?
Give me to be your arms, to be the sign efficient of your love that hugs and consume the whole solitude of the world.

Prayer

For the service

Saint Virgin Marie, apprennez me to pray and to offer more again that to act; and when I act, to fill my actions of silence and offering.
When I am noticed, honored, give me the deep sentiement of the few that I am.
When I am forgotten, despised negligee maybe, give me the deep sentiement of the few that I deserve.
Help me to not to leave of the road without burst that Jesus drew before us and where, before us, he committed.
Make me like the places of the service: those that no one strives.

Prayer (Saint Augustin)

Where I were. Lord?

Late I liked you, so old and new beauty, late, me you beloved.
And it, because you were in to the of me, and me, I was to the outside.
And it is to the outside that I looked for you, and on everything that you made beautiful rushed my ugliness.
You were with me and I was not with you...
You called me, you have cré and you came at the end of my surditité...
Me you tasted ais and I am thirsty and of you
T u touched me and I burn the desire of your peace.

Prayer

God of the impossible unit

God of the impossible things, make that your Church is one.
Even us together in the Father's house where the homes are innumerable.
Help us to die; while yielding to the other everything that belongs us, even the beautiful and good things, for pleased under to attach that to what is You! Bring back all Christian home, not in our Church, not in theirs but in her Yours. It is impossible, Lord, it is why we come toward toi.Amen

Prayer (Romano-Seraphic Ritual, 19550)

For the octave of the immacuée-conception, previously feast of Marie, Queen Of the miners.

In this day, us, son of the seraphic family, imitating the examples of Lord Prayer holy François and of the other Saints of the order, we dedicate ourselves to You, IMMACULATE very soft and VIRGIN MOTHER, and to your Son, our Redeemer, so that our seraphic life, by Your protection and your help, knows constant progress, and that, in our souls, the desires of the virtues resuscitate themselves and ignite!

We implore of it to you therefore, oh Notre-Dame, glorious Mother of God, elevated above the Choirs of the Angels, fill the grace célesye the chalice of our heart; make shine it of the wisdom gold return him femer by your power; decorate it of the precious stones of the virtues; oh You, the Olivier blessed, pour on us the oil of mercy that will cover the multitude of our sins; that we deserve to be raised to the summit of the glory of the Sky thus, and to share the happiness of the BLESSEDS there.

Our implore Christ's favor, Your Son, Him that raised You the Choirs of the Angels, that crowned You of the royal diadem above, and placed You on the throne of eternal light. To Him are honor and glory in the centuries of the centuries. Amen

Prayer (Joseph Folliet,o.f.s. (+ 1972))

Make of me a smiling old man

Lord, who shared the man's life in stages and made him the old age, don't permit that I become one of these old grouchy, always disparaging, to moan, to grumble, saddening for them - even, insupprotable to the other. Keep me the smile and the laughter, even though them ouvent a toothless mouth or discover artificial teeth. Keep me the sense of humor, that puts back the things, people and myself - to their just place, that our permits to laugh of ours own pains and transform mos pains in object of housemaids joke. Make-moi,Seigneur, a smiling veillard, that, not can give bigger chose,à my brothers, give them of the less a little joy....

Prayer (according to the Ps.86 *85)

My distress... my tenderness.

Listen, Seigneur,réponds Me, because I am poor and unhappy. Eve on me that am faithful, oh my God, save your servant who leans on you.
Takes piety of me, Lord, you that I call every day. Lord, rejoice your servant: toward you, I raise my soul!

You that are good and that forgive, full of love for all those that call you, listen to my prayer, Lord, God of tenderness and mercy.

Prayer (cardinal Mercier)

Àme of my soul

Oh Mind - Saint, soul of my soul, I adore You, illuminate me, guide me, fortify me, comfort me, say me this qu I must make, give me your orders. I promise you to submit me to everything that you want me to accept everything that you will permit that it happens to me, only Make me know your will.

Prayer (Pierre Teilhard Of Chardin s.j. + 1955)

At the hour of wear

When on my body (and well more on my mind) will begin to mark the wear of age; when will melt on me of the outside, or will be born in in me of the, lemal that lessens or carry away; to the painful minute where I will become aware all of a sudden, that I am sick or that I guess vieu; to last moment, especially, where I will feel that I escape myself, passive absoulument to the hands of the big drills unknown qu formed me; to all these dark hours, give me, my God, to understand that it is You (so long as my faith is big enough) that separate my being's fibers painfully to penetrate until the marrows of my substance to carry away me in You.

Prayer (text of the ancient Egypt)

Wisdom owing the death.

The death is today in front of me, as the recovery of a big patient, as the exit in the open air after exhaustion.
The death is today in front of me, as the perfume of the olibanum, as rest safe from a veil one day of big wind.
The death is today in front of me, as the end of urin storm, as the return home after an expéditon.
The death is today in front of me, as the sky discovers itself, as one would leave from here to hunt toward a country that one ignores.
The death is today in front of me, as wants it that has a man to review his/her/its house, after having passed number of years in captivity. Yet, it is you the living God.

Prayer

To Our Lady of the Silence

To honor the silence that waits for your child I want meditates on the silent source of the mountains that nourishes the torrents and the cascades dévallant toward the turbines deaden producers of light and by force.

Only the stage of the silence can returns our useful life... Make your silence that prepares the arrival of the Messiah Savior united to the silence of your spouse Joseph receive communion us. That the mind-Saint guard in his/her/its shade our projects ready to spring according to will to note Father liking!

Prayer (Swâni Paraânada (mystical Contemporary Hindu)

As a fisher of pearls

The pearl of big price lies, deeply hidden. As a fisher of pearls, oh my soul, washing-up, deep washing-up!
As a fisher of pearls, oh my soul without tiring you, persist and persist again, deep washing-up, deeper toujous and to look for!
Those that don't know the secret will ridicule you and you will be all attiristé of it. But don't lose courage, fisher of pearls, oh my soul!.
The pearl of big price is well there, hidden, cacheée all to the bottom. It is the faith that will help you to find the treasure. And it is her that will permit that what was hidden is finally revealed.

Deep washing-up, even deeper washing-up, like a fisher of pearls, oh my soul, and look for, look for without letting you!

Prayer (Syméon the new theologian + 1022)

Hymn to the Trinidad.

You are the eternal God, the unique, the incréé, Trinidad Saint in the son of the mind.
Creator of the visible and intelligible creation, you are the Lord and the Mr., Your beauty seized me and I am stunned...
Identical are the features in each of the Three, and the Three are unique face, You, my God, You the God of the universe.
That of my eyes I see your glory, me that proclaim it in words every day.
You the creator and the Mr. of centuries: oh Trinidad my God.

Prayer

Stabat Mater Speciosa Of Jacopone of Todi (free translation)

Standing close to the manger the Mother so gracious contemplates the newborn.
His/her/its soul so cheery smells like a very soft joy ray to cross it.

Of languages she/it envelops the child that, in spite of livestock, shiver for our sins.

Standing with his/her/its wife is quiet mute Joseph of surprise.
Mother, it is your lying child on straw that I adore while singing.

That the angels all in joy makes triumphant GOD vibrate the poor stall of GLORY.

Prayer

According to Stabat Mater Speciosa Of Jacopone of Todi (free translation) 2

oh sainet Mother, in our hearts fixes the print of the tears of your small child.
This son crying that marvels the angels I see it me smiling,
As you for this child I am ready to die to serve it religiously
. While sharing the joy of this night I feel this Jesus' peace to live in me forever...

Prayer (Odette Vercruysse ed. Musical sm-4 authorized reproduction)

Christmas it is The love

Seingeur, make us pass the commercial Christmas of the flashiness, of the cadeux to enter in Jesus' true Christmas the Christmas of the love.

It is Christmas every time that one wipes a tear in a child's eyes.
It is Christmas every time that one deposits the weapons.
It is Christmas every time that one stops a war and that one opens his/her/its hands.
It is Christmas every time that one forces misery to move back farther.
It is Christmas in the eyes of the pauve that one visits on his/her/its bed of hospital.
It is Christmas in the hands of the one that share today our bread.
It is Christmas on the earth every day.
It is Christmas, oh my brother it is the love.

Prayer (Émile Scwartz, poéte)

To François the living.

Life, under all his/her/its shapes, was for you, adorable..
In your rapture, you saw his/her/its multiple rays radiating of a same gold-point...
The least created thing brought back you to the Creator.
Also, you didn't let yourself to bring in offering to God all riches natuelles of the world.
When you tightened in your arms a child, a lamb, a sheaf of wheat, a sheaf of flowers, your heart overflowed of ineffable love.
Through the intermediary of them are and of the things, he/it constantly rose until the being.
The brilant of a stone, the reflection of a puddle, the coloration of a bird feather, the transparency of a dragonfly wing, all evoked for you the spendeur incréee.
The whisper of wheats, the swash of a fountain, the cooing of a ringdove, the song d.une cicada made you dream of angelic music..
The stars were, for you, the thousands of gold doors that opened up on all celestial avenues.
Your soul had the transparency of crystal and rien,arrêtait light between God and you.
Also your joy overabundant éait because these impetuses could not be repressed by nothing...
She/it came of the sky and retourait in the sky..
She/it came of God and returned to God and, by you, his/her/its reflection remained at the world.
Your joy, between the sky and us, was a swallow of fire, to it goes and comes glaring.

Prayer (Émile Scwartz, poéte)

To François the smiling
Since the Chirst, what l more beaming tenderness came to the front of the distress humiane?
Since the Chirst, what being liked the men more that you?
Oh François, seraphic father, your voice seduced us again, your delicious voice to contain in her, forever, tou sles chirping of the birds of Umbria the whole freshness of the foundation fountains. the whole lumière gilt of Italy.
Your voice disturbs us so deeply that all notret being is shaken and that we cry, as previously, all cried, when you said the sufferings of Norte Lord Jesus-Crhist.
Oh François!François magic voice where one feels, as one luminous and trembling flight of thousands of doves, the whole piety of the sky descends toward our misery infine.

Prayer

A last call to our big boss

You saw, Joseph to grow Jesus that '' progressed in wisdom, in size, in grace.. (Lc2,52) like all child, he/it received, watched, imitated...
It say that in Nazareth he/it modeled himself/itself on you.
You saw, Joseph, our Province to evolve with the passing of the projects, to the will of the superior...
The judgment belongs to God, our duty, today, is to thank for the very accomplished under your protection, we believe it.
We remain well humble to some.
As our founders we ignore the future us keep our confidence and deciding our better ready to admire the paths of the Lord: as yours, paths of exile, paths back, paths of the daily tasks,.. always paths of grace! So long as his/her/its Reign comes...

Prayer François 90

Don't leave us after this hundred-year-old year:
We need you again.
The received inheritance, celebrated, remains to share.
He/it must enter with our lives.....
Remain to live with us:
We need you!

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