PRAYER FOR SLEEP

Barbara Scott (sleeping ice skater), Switzerland, 1948
Photo by Walter Sanders

The peace of God is a most profound tranquillity and repose, like the silence of untrodden mountain summits clothed with eternal snows;  or like the lowest depths of the ocean, where the fierce storms that rage on the surface are unfelt, and where the turbulent industry of men can never penetrate.  Nothing can equal that peace.

O Loving Jesus, I offer Thee Thy most peaceful repose in the adorable Sacrament of the Altar, and in the hearts of all the just, and I beseech Thee most earnestly that I may rest this night in Thee so that in the morning I may awake with renewed fervour to love and serve Thee.  Amen.

My Queen and my Mother, bless me with thy pure and holy hand―

     That I may have a good night's rest, 

     That I may wake betimes in the morning, and have the grace and energy to rise promptly and continue the work thy divine and beloved Son has entrusted to my feeble hands.

Amen.

Prayers of an Irish Mother - 19th century

MY MOHTER

Sorrowful Mother Headstone, 
Rapperswil Catholic Cemetery

I put my trust forever,

O Mary, pure, in thee.

Then show thyself a mother,

And daily succour me.

And when death's hand shall touch me,

Thy pity I implore;

Oh, lead me, dearest Mother,

To God―for evermore!

Payers of an Irish Mother

Brian O'Higgins

38 Up. O'Connell Street, Dublin, 1934

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Our Sorrowful Mother's Image was taken at this headstone, Rapperswil, Switzerland, 2015

SINGULAR BRINGER FORTH

Nunnery schol at Wil, Switzerland

Photo by Yale Joel, 1947

SINGULAR BRINGER FORTH

O Most Beautiful Flower of Mount Carmel, Fruitful Vine, Splendour of Heaven, Singular Bringer Forth of the Son of God, assist me in this my necessity.  (Here mention your need).


O Star of the Sea, help me, and show me herein that you are my My Mother.  O Holy Mary, Mother of God, Empress of Heaven and Earth, I humbly beseech thee from the bottom of my heart to succour me in this necessity;  there is nothing that can withstand your power.  O, show me herein that you are my Mother.  


O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee.  (Three times.)


Sweet Mother, I place this casue in your hands.  (Three times.)

Payers of an Irish Mother

Brian O'Higgins

38 Up. O'Connell Street, Dublin, 1934

TREES

St. Moritz, Switzerland Photo by Alfred Eisensteadt, 1947

St. Moritz, Switzerland
Photo by Alfred Eisensteadt, 1947

Trees

BY JOYCE KILMER - catholic poet

I think that I shall never see 

A poem lovely as a tree. 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; 

A tree that looks at God all day, 

And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 

A tree that may in Summer wear 

A nest of robins in her hair; 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 

Who intimately lives with rain. 

Poems are made by fools like me, 

But only God can make a tree.

Source: Poetry (August 1913).

MY MOTHER

'Saint Paulus Catholic Church, Wengen, Switzerland
February, 2016
Photo by Dust Boy

MY MOTHER

                  I put my trust forever,
                  O Mary, pure, in thee.

                  Then show thyself a mother,

                  And daily succour me.

                  And when death's hand shall touch me,

                  Thy pity I implore; 

                  Oh, lead me, dearest Mother,

                  To God―for evermore!

Prayers of an Irish Mother

Brian O'Higgins

38 UP, O'Connell Street, Dublin

1934

My Mothers Rosary

A HOUSE BLESSING

Swiss Evening - December, 1947 - Photo by Yale Joel

BLESS, O Lord Almighty, this place so that in it may reign health, purity, victory, strength, humility, kindness, sweetness, observance of rule and continued acts of thanksgiving to God the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.  May this blessing remain in this place with all who dwell in it and forever.  Amen.

Prayers of an Irish Mother

Brian O'Higgins

38 UP, O'Connell Street, Dublin

1934

My Mothers Rosary

BENEDICAMUS DOMINO

Near Wengen, Switzerland
Undated.

For the promises of Spring,
For the heron on the wing,
For the song the blackbirds sing.
Gracious Lord we thank Thee!

For the Summer's roses red,
For the fragrance sweet they shed,
For the cloudless skies o'erhead,
Gracious Lord we thank Thee!

For the Autumn's purple haze,
For the beauty of her ways,
For the fruitful harvest days
Gracious Lord, we thank Thee!

For the Winter, white and drear,
For the woodlands gaunt and sere,
For the passing of the year,
Gracious Lord, we thank Thee!

Prayers of an Irish Mother

Brian O'Higgins

38 UP, O'Connell Street, Dublin

1934

My Mothers Rosary