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prayer for the new year


Disturb us, O Lord
when our dreams have come true
because we dreamed too little;
when we have arrived in safety
because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, O Lord,
to dare more boldly,
to venture on wider seas,
where storms shall show Thy mastery,
where losing sight of land
we shall find the stars.

In the Name of Him
who pushed back the horizons of our hopes
and invited the brave to follow him.

Amen.

update : I found this prayer years ago in a magazine (or was it a newspaper?) and clipped it out. I tried to find out the original author of it, but only found different versions of the prayer. Well, it seems like Ma-an's Google powers are more powerful and here's what she found...

It is attributed to Sir Francis Drake 1577, the year he set out to circumnavigate the world. He was the first Englishman to successfully do this. He was a pirate and a knight at the same time. Here's the complete prayer:

Disturb us, O Lord,
when we are too well pleased with ourselves
when our dreams have come true
because we have dreamed too little;
When we arrived safely
because we have sailed too close to shore.

Disturb us, O Lord,
when with the abundance of things we possess
we have lost our thirst for the waters of life;
when, having fallen in love with life,
we have ceased to dream of eternity.
And in our effort to build a new earth
we have allowed our vision of the new heaven to dim.

Disturb Us, O Lord,
to dare more boldly to venture on wider seas
where storms will show your mastery,
where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars.
We ask you, push back the horizon of our hopes,
And to push us into the future
with strength, courage, hope and love.

Comments

Strangemanila said…
beautiful. :)

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