Flower of Devotion

The words of St. Bridget.
Hail, my Creator and Redeemer. Do not be angry when I speak to you as a wound to a physician, as a sorrowful to a comforter, as a poor man to one who is rich and has everything in abundance in an excessive way. For the wounded one says, O Physician, do not abhor me who am wounded, because you are my brother. Afflicted with sorrow, he says, “O most gracious Comforter, do not despise me, for I live in fear, but give peace to my heart and comfort to my feelings.” And the poor man says, O thou rich man who has everything in abundance, look upon me, for I am threatened by famine; Look at me, for I am naked, and give me garments to warm me! Thus do I, O almighty and gracious Lord, speak! I ponder the wounds of my sins, which I have received from my youth, and I sigh that my time has passed in vain. Strength is not sufficient for work, for it has been exhausted in vanity. Because you are the source of all goodness and all mercy, I beg you to have mercy on me! Touch my heart with the hand of Your love, for You are the best Physician. Comfort my soul, for you are the best comforter. Amen.