make me docile to your voice.
Help me debate angels.
Let your will be done in me
even if it means
Give me wisdom to find you
in the irrational:
heavens gone awry,
songs in the night.
Give me such hospitality of heart that
poor shepherds and animals
find a home in my presence.
Let me protect innocent children from
Make me fearless of foreign lands and
When I cannot find you
do not let me rest until I search
Let me always insist on miracles to
And when all I love on earth
lies lifeless in my arms
let me offer it to you with such freedom
that I am swept up into the heavens.
— Sr Mary Lou Kownacki
Benedictine nun and writer in residence at Inner-City Neighborhood Art House.