Priscilla's Friends
17th Century Nun's Prayer
Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself, that I am growing older and will
someday be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something
on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten
out everybody's affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not
bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all, but
Thou knowest Lord that I want a few friends at the end. 

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to
the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing, and love
of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for
grace enough to enjoy the tales of others' pains, but help me to endure them
with patience. 

I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessing
cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach
me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken. 
Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a Saint - some of them are so
hard to live with - but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the
devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and
talents in unexpected people. And, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.

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