PRAYER: For Meditation and Prayer on the Two Sea-Miracles of Jesus
From The Meaning in the Miracles, by Jeffrey John
Katharina von Schlegel
Be still, my soul:
your God will undertake
to guide the future
as he has the past.
Your hope, your confidence
let nothing shake,
all now mysterious
shall be clear at last.
Be still my soul:
the tempests still obey
his voice, who ruled them
once on Galilee.
“Be still and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted on the Earth.”
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our refuge.
Save me O God,
for the waters have come up to my throat.
I sink in deep mire
where there is no foothold.
I have come into deep waters
and the flood sweeps over me.
I am wearied with my crying;
my throat is parched.
My eyes grow dim
with waiting for my God.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waters;
all your waves and breakers have gone over me.
That little ship offers us a figure of the church, for she is tossed by sea (that is, the world) and by the waves (that is, persecutions and temptations), with the Lord patiently sleeping, as it were, until awakened by the prayers of the saints, he checks the world and restores tranquility to his own.
Give us Lord the grace to walk by faith,
through every storm of life to keep our eyes on you.
And when we fail to see, or start to sink,
stretch out your hand to raise us up.
So may we learn to hold to you through good and ill,
until we come to the haven where we would be,
in everlasting joy and peace.
Augustine of Hippo
Blessed are all thy saints, O God and King, who have traveled over the tempestuous sea of this mortal life, and have made the harbor of peace and felicity. Watch over us who are still in our dangerous voyage; and remember those who lie exposed to the rough storms of trouble and temptation. Frail is our vessel, and the ocean is wide; but as in thy mercy thou hast set our course, so steer the vessel of our life toward the everlasting shore of peace, and bring us at last to the quiet haven of our heart’s desire, where thou, O God, art blessed, and livest and reignest for ever and ever.
Alcuin of York
He lay with quiet heart in the stern asleep:
Waking, commanded both the winds and sea.
Christ, though this weary body slumber deep,
Grant that my heart may keep its watch with thee.
O Lamb of God that carried all our sin,
Guard thou my sleep against the enemy.
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