October 13th, 2004.

28th Sunday in ordinary time.

A reading from the book of wisdom.

I prayed and prudence was given me.

I pleaded and the spirit of wisdom came to me.

I preferred her to scepter and throne,

and deemed riches nothing in comparison with her, nor did I

liken any priceless gem to her, because all gold, in view of her, is a little sand, and before her,

silver is to be accounted, Meyer. Beyond health and comeliness, I loved her, and I chose to have her rather than the light,

because the splendor of her never yields to sleep. Yet all good things together came to me and her

company, and countless riches at her hands. The Word of the Lord.

Thank you. at her hands. The Word of the Lord. Fill us with your love, O Lord, and we will sing for joy.

Build us with your love, O Lord, and we will sing for joy.

Teach us to number our days are right that we may gain wisdom of heart. Return,

O Lord, how long, have pity on your servants. Fill us with your love, O Lord, and we will sing for joy. Fill us at daybreak with

your kindness, that we may shout for joy and gladness all our days,

make us glad for the days when you afflicted us,

for the years when we saw evil.

Fill us with your love, O Lord, and we will sing for joy.

Let your work be seen by your servants and your glory by their children

and may the gracious care of the Lord our God be ours

prosper the work of our hands for us

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