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Sydney Nicoletta Freedman
To my soul, that it may read and remember the Lord’s kindness in times of forgetfulness
and sorrow; to my neighbours who read, that they will remember His kindness even more.
To the Reader
The wind hath blown me off the path and dashed me to the ground;
May it not throw me from the cliff into the sea!
Yet, I remain steadfast as long as others stand around,
For with our strengths combined, we shall not shaken be.
Before it can give forth its myrrh, a tree must wounded be;
When pressed, grain, grape, and olive can give nourishment.
When suffering shall be my lot, O Lord, I ask of Thee,
Through it, to make Thine Image in me radiant.
I walk along this sea of life and, with Thy help, O Christ,
Remain upright, yet, grateful as I am for wonders great,
These fears and troubles still disturb my soul, and trusting Thee,
And knowing Thy great care, long-suff’ring, mercy, love, and grace,
With tears and trembling I tell of them. Thus, I cry to Thee:
I know to what shore I must go, but it doth seem so far;
And, I cannot discern a path in calm water or waves;
When wind-begotten waves grow large, I fear that storm and sea
Might conquer me with their great strength and chill and whirling force;
The water of the sea cannot quench thirst or nourish man,
And I too often slothfully forget provisions, Lord.
Yet, these troubles which I pour out to Thee are mine own fault,
And Thou hast given remedies Thyself and in Thy Church.
At this, my cry, and at the prayer of him whose name I bear,
That victor and sure help of storm-tossed ones and maidens young,
Meet me where I now wander on the water, Jesus, Lord,
Show me Thyself and take my hand and speak Thy truth again
That I may drown disturbance, passion-born, in a pure heart,
Renewed by Thee, the Shore, Light, Path, Strength, Living Fount of Life,
And cry to Thee the hymn most fitting: Alleluia!
Three Prayers Along the Way
So small and dry and brittle, yielding nought but sour grapes,
Yet how am I not withered, broken, dashed, cut off, by Thee,
Thou Sun and Wind?
Instead, Thy wind doth still me; Thy sun maketh me aware,
Of all my faults and failings but also of Thy love, grace,
Mercy, and peace.
I ask for fruit and blossom since I have not yielded such,
That I might give, as it were, wine, not gall, and crown Thine head
With praise, not thorns.
For truly, Lord, Thou hast crowned mine unworthy, shameful head,
With blessings, grace, forgiveness, hast sheltered and covered me,
With love most great.
A Communicant’s Prayer
O Christ God,
I, an empty, soiled, broken vessel,
Bring naked need as my offering,
The need to be restored, cleansed, and filled.
Palm Sunday
The crowd that greeted Thee in triumph and great joy,
Acknowledged Thee and called Thee blessed and knew Thy name,
Would five days later shout for Thine impending death.
Compared with me, this crowd is truly faultless yet.
For I present Thee with a palm and praise Thee, too,
With my lips, yet my mind doth turn, mere moments hence,
From Thee to look on its own worthless wanderings,
Forgetting Thy great vict’ry over sin and death,
Which that crowd had not fully seen or understood.
They saw Thy friend alive after his four days dead,
But they still looked for earthly, finite victory.
I ask not for a sign, O Vanquisher of death;
I hold a palm and chant hosanna unto Thee,
Trusting that Thou wilt save a sinner, even me,
And show me both Thy resurrection and mine own,
That I may cry with children of Jerusalem:
God is the Lord and hath revealed Himself to us!
Bless`ed is He that cometh in the Lord’s great name!
I have often asked Thee, Lord, to light and fill my lamp with oil
That I may be ready at Thy second coming to the world.
As I see the present darkness round about me and within,
I ask also for Thy light that it may overcome the same.
I must tend my lamp not only to receive Thee at the end
But also to stop the darkness with the bound’ry of my heart,
To disarm the noise and chaos by abiding in Thy peace.
O Light-giver, make me radiant and save my sinful soul,
And not only for my sake but for the sake of the whole world.
May I enter Thy bright kingdom at the ending of the age,
And, while waiting, may I be, though small, a vessel for Thy light.
A wise virgin, in humility, will bring along with her
A great throng of others into the Lord’s bridal chamber bright,
For her burning lamp shall guard her and all those who cross her path
From corruption, madness, darkness, though these may at times grow thick.
Lord, I ask Thee now to make me a wise virgin in that throng,
With Thy love burning within me and thence touching all mankind
And as well, Thy whole creation. Ever dwell in me, O Christ!
Another Prayer Against the Darkness, Especially that in One’s Own Heart
I have no tears and costly myrrh with which to wash Thy feet,
Nor any other fitting thing to offer Thee, my God.
But, may I be, before Thy will, submissive as a dove,
That Thou may’st lead me where Thou art and send me forth to serve,
That I may, freed from passions, freely be poured out for all.
Like tears and water, fragrant oil, thus pour me out, o Lord,
That I might cleanse and brighten, cheer and gladden, and give life
From Thee to all my neighbours and thereby, with virtues sure,
To strengthen and support my hymns of worship unto Thee.
Though I am yet more sinful than the harlot and have less
To offer than did she, I give my being and my song
To suffer, serve Thy people, and to please and gladden Thee—
Though I do grieve Thee much and would that I did not, O Lord—
That Thou may’st then, with Thy word, grant me joy and strength to toil,
Unwearying and watchful till the ending of the age
When I shall stand before Thee, see Thy face, and be all tears.
On Weeping
For my Lord I will fashion lines that may tell of His kindness;
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
As we tread the hard road, His love is soft grass on firm earth;
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
When we weep, it is linen on which tears fall and find favour;
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
It prepareth as linen, hearts for the seal of His image;
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
It is fine cloth that gently scoureth away our transgressions;
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
It is garment and armour for our protection and beauty;
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
It is manna that strengtheneth, precious ointment that healeth,
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
And it sweeteneth all things yet sharply purgeth corruption.
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
In His Love, our Lord openeth gracious ears to our singing,
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
And in love, He replieth with endless songs of compassion.
For His mercy endureth unto the ages of ages.
Hymns Upon Hymns