R "MY MOTHER"-A PRAYER Btl "J For the body you gave me, the Hrt bono and tho sinew, the heart and 1 tho brain that aro yours, my mother, I thank you. I thank you for tho ' light in my eyes, tho blood in my i veins, for my speech, for my life, H for my being. All that I am is from H, you who bore me. V i For all tho love that you gave mo, Hi unmeasured from tho beginning, my H I mother, I thank you. I thank you for M ' tho hand that led mo, the voice that E directed me, the breast that nestled H me, the arm that shielded me, tho lap B that rested me. All that I am is by W you, who nursed me. S For your smile in tho morning and your kiss at night, my mother, I thank m you. I thank you for the tears you H shed over mo, the songs that you sung m to me, the prayers you said for me, 1 fore you vigils and mlnisterings. All Bl i that I am is by you, who reared mo. B For tho faith you had in me, tho V hope you had for me, for your trust M and your pride, my mother, I thank V you. I thank you for your praise and H your chiding, for the justice you bred B into mo and the honor you made Hr mino. All that I am you taught me. H For the sore travail I caused you, R for the visions and despairs, my H mother, forgive mo. Forgive me the H peril I brought you to, the sobs and H , the moans I wrung from you, and for H. tho strength I took from you, mother, H forgive me. HL For the fears I gave you, for the B' alarms and tho dreads, my mother, H forgive mo. Forgive me the joys I H deprived you, the toils I made for H you, for the hours, the days, and the Hi years I claimed from you, mother, for- H give me. H For the times that I hurt you, the H times I had no smile for you, the H caresses I did not give you, my moth- H er, forgive me. Forgive me for my H angers and revolts, for my deceits and H evasions, for all the pangs and sor- H rows I brought to you, mother, for- H give me. H For your lessons I did not learn, for your wishes I did not obey, my mother, forgive me. Fdrgive mo my prido in my youth and my glory in my strength that forgot tho holiness of your years and the voneration of your weakness, for my neglect, for my selfishness, for all the great depths of your love that I have not paid, mother, sweet mother, forgive mo. And may the peace and the joy that passeth all understanding be yours, my mother, for over and ever. Amen. Seattle Aigus.