
My hope has always been in you. ~Ps 71:5
Thanks be to God who gives us the victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ! ~1 Cor 15:57
I am espoused to Him whom the angels serve. Sun and moon stand in wonder at His beauty. ~from the Rite of Consecration to a Life of Virginity
Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, our life, our sweetness and our hope ... to thee do we cry ... Mother of the poor, the afflicted, the abandoned ... Mother of the orphan and the widow ... Mother of the helpless, the hungry, the homeless ... Mother of the wounded, the sick, the dying ... Mother of the lonely and the alone ... Mother of the fearful, the anxious, the bereft ... Mother of the suffering, the desolate, the hopeless ... Mother of the living and the dead ... remember, O Mother who loves us so dearly, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help or sought thy intercession was left unaided ... Mother who feels our every pain and knows our every sorrow ... Mother of consolation, Mother of hope, Mother of love ... Mother, remember us, for to thee do we cry!
O Hope of Israel, O Lord, our savior in time of need! Why should you be a stranger in this land, like a traveler who has stopped but for a night? Why are you like a man dumbfounded, a champion who cannot save? You are in our midst, O Lord, your name we bear: do not forsake us! Have you cast Judah off completely? Is Zion loathsome to you? Why have you struck us a blow that cannot be healed? We wait for peace, to no avail; for a time of healing, but terror comes instead.
For your name's sake spurn us not, disgrace not the throne of your glory; remember your covenant with us, and break it not. Among the nations' idols is there any that gives rain? Or can the mere heavens send showers? Is it not you alone, O Lord, our God, to whom we look? You alone have done all these things.
~Jeremiah 14:8-9, 19, 21-22
Lord my God, I call for help by day;
I cry at night before you.
Let my prayer come into your presence.
O turn your ear to my cry.
For my soul is filled with evils;
my life is on the brink of the grave.
I am reckoned as one in the tomb;
I have reached the end of my strength,
like one among among the dead;
like the slain lying in their graves;
like those you remember no more,
cut off, as they are, from your hand.
~from Psalm 87
Dear God, Father of the Poor, have mercy on our brothers and sisters in Haiti who are suffering such devastation and desolation. Please help them! Help those who are helping them, and help us to help them all in whatever ways we can. We ask this in the name of Jesus our Lord, who alone can make all things new. Amen.