Daily Thoughts and Prayers for Our Beloved Dead for November -- Month of the Poor Souls


Twenty-fifth Day

One of the saddest facts of life is that the living so soon forget the dead. We forget when we live: we are forgotten when we die. St. Monica, on her deathbed, pleaded with her son, St. Augustine: "Lay my body anywhere, only this I beg of you: remember me at the Altar of God."

Our Father, Three Hail Marys, Gloria, De Profundis.

Most merciful Jesus, Lover of souls, we pray Thee, by the agony of Thy most Sacred Heart, and by the sorrows of Thy Immaculate Mother, cleanse with Thy Blood the souls in Purgatory. Graciously deign to deliver them from their pains, that they may join the heavenly chorus in praising Thee, and interceding for us in the hour of need. Amen.

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