Some five years ago, I came across a meditation on the Beatitudes. Though I lost the pages, I did manage to write out part of it in a journal. This is my prayer tonight—for me and for others in sorrow. You see, last week I anointed people in my church community at worship. They came with hurting hearts, troubled souls, physical ailments, internal struggle. I let go of myself and made room for the Spirit to breathe life into those I prayed with.
Before worship I took a quiet moment to pray for strength and for peace to fill my body and soul. I was empty that day, in need of healing myself. I found, that the ministry of praying over others in their need filled me, and it was a blessing. I found myself in many of the brokenness expressed, and I also found God. This meditation describes the compassion in my heart…
Blessed are the Sorrowing: They Shall Be Consoled
And what does it mean to mourn? I asked the multitude.
An old man stepped forward
To mourn, he said, is to be given a second heart.
It is to care so deeply
that you show your ache in person
To mourn is to be uanshamed of tears.
It is to be healed
all in the same moment.
Blessed are you if you can minister to others
with a heart that feels
with a heart that hurts
with a heart that loves
and blessed are you if you can minister to others
with a heart that serves
and a heart that sees the need before it’s spoken.
To mourn is to forget yourself for a moment
and get lost in someone else’s pain
to find yourself
in the very act of getting lost.
To mourn is to be an expert
in the miracle of being careful with another’s pain.
It is to be full of the willingness
of forever reaching out to
and picking up
and holding carefully
those who hurt.
To mourn is to sing with the dying
and to be healed
by the song
and the death.
— Marciana Wiederkehr, OSB