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Prayer composed by General Gaston de Sonis (1825-1887)
My God, here am before You, poor, little, stripped
of everything. Here I am at Your feet, sunk in
the depths of my own nothingness. I wish I had
something to offer You, but I am nothing but wretchedness!
You, You are my all. You are my wealth. My God, I thank You
for having willed that I should be nothing in Your sight. love
my humiliation and my nothingness. I thank You for having
taken away from me a few satisfactions of self-love, a few
consolations of the heart. I thank You for every deception that
has befallen me, every ingratitude, every humiliation. I see
that they were necessary: the goods of which they deprived me
might have kept me far from You.
0 my God, may You be blessed when You give me trials. love
to be broken to pieces, consumed, destroyed by You. Annihilate
me more and more. Let me be in the building, not as a stone
worked and polished by the hand of the mason, but like an
insignificant grain of sand, gathered from the dust of the road.
My God, I thank You for having let me catch a glimpse of
the sweetness of Your consolations, and I thank You for having
taken that glimpse away. Everything that You do is just and
good. I bless You in my abject poverty, I regret nothing except
that I have not loved You enough. I desire nothing but that
Your Will be done.
You are my Owner, I am Your property. Turn me this way or
that way. Break me up, work on me however You like. I want
to be reduced to nothing for love of You.
0 Jesus, how good is Your hand, even at the most terrible
intensity of my trial. Let me be crucified, but crucified by You.
Amen.
