Poor houses and poor garments are all exterior show if there is not a true spirit of poverty in our hearts

Come Holy Spirit, Creator come from Your bright heavenly throne

Come, take possession of our souls and make them all Your own.

You who are called the Paraclete, best gift of God above
The Living Spring, the Living Fire, Sweet Unction and True Love.

You who are sevenfold in Your grace, finger of God’s right hand.

His promise teaching little ones to speak and understand.
O guide our minds with Your best light with love our hearts inflame

And with Your strength which ne’er decays confirm our mortal frame.

Far from us drive our deadly foe, true peace unto us bring
And through all perils guides us safe beneath Your sacred wing.

Through You may we the Father know, through You, the Eternal Son

And You the Spirit of them both, Thrice-blessed Three in One.

All glory to the Father be, and to the risen Son
The same to You, O Paraclete, while endless ages run. Amen

St Mary MacKillop, pray for us

Diary of St. Mary MacKillop