“My God, in my thanksgiving
I want to recall and confess your mercies over me.”*
Dear Christ, help us remember
are a forgiving God Who heals
thirst for your mercy, and would be uncreated without
never leave us, and we hope in
“You never go away from us.
Yet we have difficulty in returning to you.”
St. Augustine is, still to this day, leading
Unbelieving people to belief and salvation
Through his loving words of giving thanks
To You, who are allow all mercy in the world.
“For you said to man ‘Behold
Piety is wisdom,’ and ‘Do not wish
To appear wise.’ ‘Those who asserted themselves
To be wise have been made foolish.'”
The Word plucks the string of my beautiful-displayed
But inwardly-rotten heart’s harp.
Lord, You know my many earthly desires
And how I think myself pious and wise.
Yet You have never ceased to give me
A multitude of clean slates,
Despite the limitedness of My “Confessions.”
“The proud saw and were angry.
They gnashed with their teeth and were sick at heart.'”
Rejoice, Lord, in those who are not proud
And make me worthy, who am puffed up.
For how I do gnash the teeth of my heart
At my brother daily, though he loves me so much.
“Merciful Father, [You] rejoice ‘more over one
Penitent than over ninety-nine just persons
Who need no penitence.’”
*citations in order: 133, 138, 134, 136, 137,