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 tribul...