Godric, who lives alone and walks the earth barefoot like Jesus to calvary. They call him a saint, who wonders what life could have been had he walked different roads, who sees the peoples' deaths before they die, and prays that God might ease their suffering. This is his ministry: prayer, and this is his prayer: memory. Memory is his curse and the telling of his memory his ministry.
Godric, the little Christ who prays,
Gentle Jesu, Mary's son, be thine the wounds that heal our wounding. Press thy bloody scars to ours that thy dear blood may flow in us and cleanse our sin.
Be thou in us and we in thee that Godric, Gillian, Ailred, Mouse and thou may be a woundless one at last. And even Reginald if thy great mercy reach so far.
In God's name Godric prays.Amen.
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