Month of the Holy Souls (Day 14)
November 14, 2026
Fr. John Colacino C.PP.S.

Day 14

A reading from the Book of Ecclesiasticus (51:6b-12)
 
My soul drew near to death,
   and my life was on the brink of Hades below. 
 They surrounded me on every side,
   and there was no one to help me;
I looked for human assistance,
   and there was none. 
 Then I remembered your mercy, O Lord,
   and your kindness* from of old,
for you rescue those who wait for you
   and save them from the hand of their enemies. 
 And I sent up my prayer from the earth,
   and begged for rescue from death. 
 I cried out, ‘Lord, you are my Father;*
   do not forsake me in the days of trouble,
   when there is no help against the proud. 
 I will praise your name continually,
   and will sing hymns of thanksgiving.’
My prayer was heard, 
   for you saved me from destruction
   and rescued me in time of trouble.
For this reason I thank you and praise you,
   and I bless the name of the Lord.
 

In Memoriam A.H.H. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (+1892)

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;

Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

We have but faith: we cannot know;
For knowledge is of things we see
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,

But vaster. We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.

Forgive what seem’d my sin in me;
What seem’d my worth since I began;
For merit lives from man to man,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.

Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
I trust he lives in thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.

Musical Selection (Lucien Deiss)
 
 
Yes I shall arise and return to my Father!
 
To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul,
In you, O my God, I place all my trust. 
 
Look down on me, have mercy, O Lord,
Forgive me my sins, behold all my grief. 
 
My heart and soul shall yearn for your face,
Be gracious to me and answer my plea. 
 
Do not withhold your goodness from me;
O Lord, may your love be deep in my soul. 
 
To you I pray, have pity on me;
My God, I have sinned against your great love. 
 
Mercy I cry, O Lord, wash me clean,
And whiter than snow my spirit shall be. 
 
Give me again the joy of your help;
Now open my lips, your praise I will sing.
 
Happy are they forgiven by God,
Their sins blotted out, their guilt is no more.
 

Prayer

Lord God,

in whom all find refuge,

we appeal to your boundless mercy:

grant to the souls of your servants

a kindly welcome,

cleansing of sin,

release from the chains of death,

and entry into everlasting life.

We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,

who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

God for ever and ever. Amen.

 

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