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Contents

Cover

About the Book

Title Page

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Introduction

In Wonder

They Receive Each Day As An Invitation – John O’Donohue

In Gratitude

Growing in Prayer – A member of the Poor Clare Sisters

In Surrender

Prayer – Sr Mary Magdalen, Carmelite Sister

In Trust

Prayer is the Most Human and Personal Thing We Do – Sr Bernardine Meskell, Poor Clare Sister

In Praise

In Love

Letter to Sister Stan – Sr Marie Fahy, Cistercian Sister

For Serenity

The Contemplative Life – Anne Marie Maguire

For Protection

For Faith

What does prayer mean to me? – Sr Regina McHugh, Poor Clare Sisters

Celtic Christianity – Brother Richard Hendrick OFM Cap

For Peace

Contemplative Prayer – Sr Aneta, Redemptoristin

For Blessings

To Pray is to Love – Jean Vanier

Contributors’ Biographies

About the Author

Also by Sister Stan

Copyright

About the Book

This is a sacred treasury, a spiritual notebook. It is very special to me, and has touched and inspired me at different times over the years.

In To Live from the Heart: mindful paths to the sacred, Sister Stan reveals how prayer can play an important part in all our lives, lifting our spirits and offering us hope and support in good times and bad.

This comforting treasury of mindful meditations, prayers, proverbs and essays has helped to sustain Sister Stan through the years. In sharing them with us, she hopes they will nourish our souls, bring us peace on our journey through life and inspire us to live from the heart.

About the Author

Sister Stanislaus Kennedy joined the Irish Sisters of Charity in 1958 and has become one of the most influential social innovators of her time. She has received awards from many universities and institutions in Ireland and elsewhere, and founded Focus Ireland, the Immigrant Council of Ireland and Young Social Innovators. She also established The Sanctuary, a place of peace and meditation set in the heart of Dublin. Sister Stan has written several bestselling books, including her autobiography, The Road Home, Day by Day and Seasons of Hope. She lives in Dublin.

Also by Sister Stan
and published by Transworld Ireland

Gardening the Soul

Now is the Time

Seasons of the Day

Stillness Through My Prayers

Moments of Stillness

The Road Home (autobiography)

Day by Day

Seasons of Hope

For more information on Sister Stan and her books,
see her website at www.srstan.ie

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This book is dedicated to all of
those seeking truth.

Prayer is raising and opening
the mind and heart to God,
with or without words.

Acknowledgements

With profound gratefulness and thanks to Brenda Kimber of Transworld for her support, interest and dedication, to Johanne Farrelly for typing various versions of the book, to the contributors, Sr Aneta, Sr Marie Fahy, Br Richard Hendrick OFM Cap, Sr Mary Magdalen, Anne Marie Maguire, Sr Regina McHugh, Sr Bernadine Meskell, John O’Donohue and Jean Vanier for their inspiring essays and to the countless people who have made it possible to conceive to write and to produce this book and to put it into your hands, and to you the reader for your interest.

 

Dear God help me to spread your beauty
everywhere I go today.

Flood my soul with your Spirit and light.

Fill my whole being so utterly that all my life may

only be a radiance of you.

Shine through me and be so much a part of me,

That every soul I meet may see your presence in me.

Let them look at me and find no longer me but you.

Stay with me and then I will begin to shine

as you shine

So to be a light for others.

Let me preach you without preaching;

Teach you without teaching, not by words

but by example;

By the catching influence of who I am and what I do;

And by the obvious fullness of the love my heart

holds for you.

Cardinal Newman

Introduction

THIS IS A sacred treasury, a spiritual notebook which is special to me, and which has touched and inspired me at different times over the years.

All of these prayers have come to me from many different people, traditions, cultures, faiths and religions. They came to me through different versions of the Bible and prayer books, as well as other books and individuals. Some are well known, others less so.

Prayer is opening up the mind and heart to God. Over the years at different times these prayers have opened my heart and mind and my whole being to my God and given expression to my heart’s yearning for his presence.

Meister Eckhart tells us, ‘the nearest thing to God is silence’. These prayers have led me into the silence and the stillness of my innermost being. As you read or dip into this book I encourage you to stay with it and allow it to move you into that place of quiet stillness where you can be fully present with yourself and your God.

I am sharing these prayers with you because I believe they have the capacity to move you as they moved me.

I hope too they may inspire you to make your own sacred treasury and to share them with others.

Meister Eckhart said if the only prayer you ever said was thank you, it is enough. If this little book fills you with gratitude, it is enough.

Sister Stan, 2015

In Wonder

 

To see a World in a Grain of Sand,

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,

And Eternity in an hour.

William Blake

 

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than

the journey-work of the stars

WALT WHITMAN

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What lies behind us and what lies

before us are tiny matters compared

to what lies within us

RALPH WALDO EMERSON

 

Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it

And whispers, ‘Grow, grow’

The Talmud

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Earth’s crammed with heaven,

And every common bush afire with God;

But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,

The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

A man should hear a little music, read a little

poetry, and see a fine picture every day of

his life, in order that worldly cares may not

obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God

has implanted in the human soul.

JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

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The world stands out on either side

No wider than the heart is wide;

Above the world is stretched the sky,

No higher than the soul is high.

Edna St Vincent Millay

 

Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares

which will not withdraw from us. We need

hours of aimless wandering, or spates of

time sitting on park benches, observing the

mysterious world of ants and the canopy

of tree tops. May each of us have this

opportunity in our life.

MAYA ANGELOU, from WOULDN’T TAKE NOTHING
FOR
MY JOURNEY NOW

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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond

measure. It is our light, not our darkness that

most frightens us. We were born to make

manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and

as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously

give others permission to do the same. As we

are liberated from our own fear, our presence

automatically liberates others.

MARIANNE WILLIAMSON

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I did not know that the sun, the moon,

the evening star, were the words with which he

spoke to me, so I never heard their song,

their cry, their cosmic silence.

TONY DE MELLO

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We can be sure that, if we consider every

choice carefully, and seek divine guidance,

our decisions will please God.

ST MORGAN

 

Longing

O God, you are my God, for you I long,

for you my soul is thirsting.

My body pines for you

like a dry, weary land without water.

So I gaze on you in the sanctuary

to see your strength and your glory.

For your love is better than life,

my lips will speak your praise.

So I will bless you all my life,

in your name I will lift up my hands.

My soul shall be filled as with a banquet,

my mouth shall praise you with joy.

On my bed I remember you.

On you I muse through the night.

For you have been my help;

in the shadow of your wings I rejoice.

My soul clings to you;

your right hand holds me fast

Psalm 62/63: 2–9

 

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was

with God, and the Word was God. He was with God

in the beginning. Through him all things came to

be; not one thing had its being but through him.

All that came to be had life in him and that life was

the light of men. A light that shines in the dark, a

light that darkness could not overpower.

John 1: 1–5

 

In truth no one is totally evil or totally good;

every person at every moment is capable of

choosing good or choosing evil.

ST MORGAN

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I am one of the countless particles of dust that

dance in the rays of the universal sun.

TONY DE MELLO

 

Yahweh you examine me and know me

You know if I am standing or sitting

You read my thoughts from afar

Whether I walk or lie down, you are watching

You know every detail of my conduct.

The word is not even on my tongue

Yahweh, before you know all about it;

Close behind me and close in front

You fence me round

shielding me with your hand

Such knowledge is beyond my understanding,

a height to which my mind cannot attain

Where could I go to escape your spirit?

Where could I flee from your presence?

If I climb to the heavens, you are there,

there too if I lie in the depths

If I flew to the point of sunrise

or westward across the sea

your hand would still be guiding me

your right hand holding me

If I asked darkness to cover me

and light to become night around me

that darkness would not be dark to you

night would be as light as day

Psalm 139: 1–12

 

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth

find reserves of strength that will endure as

long as life lasts. There is something infinitely

healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the

assurance that dawn comes after night,
and spring after winter.

RACHEL CARSON, SILENT SPRING

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What would the world be, once bereft

Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,

O let them be left, wildness and wet;

Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Gerard Manley Hopkins, ‘Inversnaid’

 

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for

us to turn again to the earth and in the

contemplation of her beauties to know of the

sense of wonder and humility

RACHEL CARSON, THE SENSE OF WONDER

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Last night as I was sleeping.

I dreamt – marvelous error! –

that I had a beehive

here inside my heart. And the golden bees

were making white combs

and sweet honey

from my old failures.

Antonio Machado

 

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And wears man’s smudge and shares

man’s smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast and

with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins, ‘God’s Grandeur’

 

In the beginning was God,

Today is God,

Tomorrow will be God.

Who can make an image of God?

He has no body.

He is the word which comes out of your mouth.

That word!

It is no more,

It is past, and still it lives!

So is God.

A Pygmy prayer

 

We can make our minds so like still water that

beings gather about us that they may see, it

may be, their own images, and so live for a

moment with a clearer, perhaps even with

a fiercer life because of our quiet.

WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS, THE CELTIC TWILIGHT

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All this hurrying soon will be over

Only when we tarry do we touch the holy

Rainer Marie Rilke

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God of the Universe

You speak to us in all creation

But you call us most surely in the depths of our hearts

Help us to listen to your voice today

Gentling our work, our recreation

and our relationships with others

in ways that let us hear you

Sr Stan

They Receive Each Day As An Invitation

John O’Donohue

ONE NIGHT RECENTLY, I visited our family farm. A calf had just been born. It had just slumped to earth in a wet, steaming mass. At midnight, I went out to look at the cow again; by this time she had licked her new calf dry and he had sucked his first milk. Everything was mild and gentle, illuminated by the moon’s mint light. What a beautiful night it was to arrive on earth. Even if this newborn were a genius, it could never possibly imagine the surprise of the world that was waiting when the dawn would break in a miracle of colour illuminating the personality of mountains, river and sky.

The liturgy of dawn signals the wonder of the arriving day. The magic of darkness breaking through into colour and light is such a promise of invitation and possibility. No wonder we always associate hope and urgency of new beginning with the dawn. Each day is the field of brightness where the invitation of our life unfolds. A new day is an intricate and subtle matrix; written into its mystery are the happenings sent to awaken and challenge us.