A holy blast from the past: "A Godly Meditation" by Thomas More (1478-1535)
I fell in love with this poem. I resonated so much with what he writes here. I find myself writing the same types of things. There's something really encouraging about sharing something with someone who lived centuries before me.
Give me thy grace, good Lord,
To set the world at nought,
To set my mind fast upon thee.
And not to hang upon the blast of men's mouths.
To be content to be solitary,
Not to long for worldly company,
Little and little utterly to cast off the world,
And rid my mind all the worldly things,
But that the hearing of worldly phantasies may be to me displeasant.
Gladly to be thinking of God,
Busily to labour to love him.
To know mine own vilety and wretchedness,
To humble and meeken myself under the mighty hand of God,
To bewail my sins passed,
For the purging of them, patiently to suffer adversity.
Gladly to bear me purgatory here,
To be joyful of tribulations,
To walk the narrow way that leadth to life.
To bear the cross with Christ,
To have the last thing in remembrance,
To have ever afore mine eyes my death that is ever at hand,
To make death no stranger to me,
To foresee and consider the everlasting fire of hell,
To pray for pardon before the judge come.
To have continually in mind the passion that
Christ suffered for me,
For his benefits uncessantly to give him thanks.
To buy the time again that I before have lost.
To abstain from vain confabulations,
To eschew light foolish mirth and gladness,
Recreations not necessary to cut off.
Of worldly substance, friends, liberty, life and all, to set the loss at right nought,
for the winning of Christ.
To think my most enemies my best friends,
For the brethren of Joseph could never have done him so much good with their
love and favour as they did him with their malice and hatred.
These minds are more to be desired of every man, than all the treasure
of all the princes and kings, Christian and heathen, were it gathered and laid
together all upon one heap.