I love you, O my God; and I desire to love you more and more. Grant to me that I may love you as much as I desire, and as much as I ought. O dearest Friend, who has so loved and saved me, the thought of whom is so sweet and always growing sweeter, watch over my lips, my steps, my deeds, and I shall not need to be anxious either for my soul or my body. Give me love, sweetest of all gifts, which knows no enemy. Give me in my heart pure love, born of your love to me, that I may love others as you love me. O most loving Father of Jesus Christ, from whom flows all love, let my heart, frozen in sin, cold to you and cold to others, be warmed by this divine fire. So help and bless me in your Son. Amen.
Anselm of Canterbury
Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.
Hannah More
[From The One Year Book of Personal Prayer (Carol Stream, III.: Tyndale, 1991)
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