A Prayer for the Autumn Years

Group Of Senior Friends Taking Selfie In Park

Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness. Proverbs 16:31 (NIV)

The following 17th Century Nun’s Prayer comes from an unknown source. It’s a wonderful prayer for those who are getting up in years:

“Lord Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older

and will some day be old.

Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject

and on every occasion.

Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs.

Make me thoughtful but not moody: helpful but not bossy.

With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all,

but Thou knowest Lord that I want a few friends at the end.

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details;

give me wings to get to the point.

Seal my lips on my aches and pains.

They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them

is becoming sweeter as the years go by.

I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of other pains,

but help me to endure them with patience.

I dare not ask for improved memory,

but for a growing humility and a lessing cocksureness

when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.

Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.

Keep me reasonably sweet;

I do not want to be a Saint – some of them are so hard to live with

– but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil.

Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places,

and talents in unexpected people.

And, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so. Amen.”

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