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Spiritual Communion

 Spiritual Communion Reflections

This, then, is what I pray, kneeling before the Father, from whom every fatherhood, in heaven or on earth, takes its name.
In the abundance of his glory may he, through his Spirit, enable you to grow firm in power with regard to your inner self,
so that Christ may live in your hearts through faith, and then, planted in love and built on love, with all God's holy people you will have the strength to grasp the breadth and the length, the height and the depth;
so that, knowing the love of Christ, which is beyond knowledge, you may be filled with the utter fullness of God.
Glory be to him whose power, working in us, can do infinitely more than we can ask or imagine; glory be to him from generation to generation in the Church and in Christ Jesus for ever and ever. Amen.

Ephesians 3:14-21
A Bhríd, a Mhuire na nGael / Saint Brigid, the Mary of the Irish
A Bhríd, Leathnaigh orm do bhrat / Spread out your cloak over me
Is coinnigh faoi do thearmann mé / And keep me in your protection
Go bhfaighim bás i gcairdeas Dé / That i may die in God's grace and friendship.
Lord Jesus,
The greatest gift is the gift of self
And you emptied yourself that we might be filled.
Fill us now with the gift of your presence
As we commune with you in spirit and truth.
Stretch out your wings to shield and protect us.
Hold us by your strong right hand.
Help us to grow in communion with you
That we may become what we long to receive.


Psalm 91

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High,
and abides in the shade of the Almighty,
says to the Lord, “My refuge,
my stronghold, my God in whom I trust!”

He will free you from the snare of the fowler,
from the destructive plague;
he will conceal you with his pinions,
and under his wings you will find refuge.

His faithfulness is buckler and shield.
You will not fear the terror of the night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the plague that prowls in the darkness,
nor the scourge that lays waste at noon.

A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand fall at your right:
you it will never approach.
Your eyes have only to look
to see how the wicked are repaid.

For you, O Lord, are my refuge.
You have made the Most High your dwelling.
Upon you no evil shall fall,
no plague approach your tent.

For you has he commanded his angels
to keep you in all your ways.
They shall bear you upon their hands,
lest you strike your foot against a stone.
On the lion and the viper you will tread,
and trample the young lion and the serpent.

Since he clings to me in love, I will free him,
protect him, for he knows my name.
When he calls on me, I will answer him;
I will be with him in distress;
I will deliver him, and give him glory.
With length of days I will content him;
I will show him my saving power.