Gyomei Prayer Novels & Stories

He placed his palms flat on the smooth, cool wood of the tabula and with a high, nasal voice intoned: "Aperi, Domine, os meum ad benedicendum nomen sanctum tuum." The monks prayed and chanted in their two ranks, calling and responding, their voices melding and sonorously filling the Sanctuary. How many thousands of times had Josephus given voice to these prayers? Yet today he felt a particular need to call out to Christ for his mercy and forgiveness, and tears formed when he called out the last line of Psalmus 148.

Mi shegmalkah, kol tov, hu yigmalkha kol tov, Selah! He recited it again and again and every time he used the word 'Selah', he would wait and then repeat it all. I was so fixated by what he was saying that I didn't even realize that the weirdness of the situation was passing and I was beginning to feel calm, a peace that everything was being set right. He then looked into my eyes, called my name with Maxine's and prayed again. "Y'VArechi'cha Adonai, v'ishm'recha;

Veth's voice was matter-of-fact, clinical. "When it reaches his heart, it will help regulate his temperature and keep him from convulsing to death." I stared at her. "Will it help?" I asked, she shrugged her shoulders and left….Zayne and Kael squeezed my shoulders a bit and also left. The prayers started at sunrise, I heard them through the walls….a low, rhythmic chant of ancient words in a language I don't recognize. Old wolves led it, their voices cracked with age but steady, then the younger voices joined, then children, then everyone.

the Priest intoned, his voice echoing off the high stone arches. Jordan took my hand, his grip like iron, and led me to the front. We stood before the Priest, who held a bowl of sacred moon-water and a bundle of dried sage. He began the ritual, waving the smoking sage around us in slow, rhythmic circles. The scent was thick and earthy, meant to cleanse our spirits before the final binding. He dipped his fingers into the silver bowl and flicked droplets onto our foreheads, murmuring an ancient tongue that made the hair on my arms stand up.

“Did you hear anything I said?” “I apologize,” I say gracefully, turning to face her again, my hand on the small of Maddy’s back. “Where were we?” “We were almost done,” she replies, her tone clipped and annoyed. She motions for us to hold out our hands. Maddy watches me as I hold my hands palm up, and does the same. “Blessings on your union under the Goddess, in Her name,” the priestess continues, motioning with her hands in a rapid fashion. “Blessings of a fruitful union and a lasting bond. The bond of mates, the bond designated by Her Holiness, the most precious gift of our Goddess.”

Douglas was a little hesitant but he held Miriam’s hands, similar to me and we formed a circle. “Father in the name of Jesus Christ, we come before you this evening praying for one of us who is not with us here, Ken. Father may you extend your healing arm to him, oh Lord. We know that you are a faithful God, dear everlasting father, we know that you love us, you would not want us to suffer. Dear father, see how miserable we are in the absence of Ken. Father, touch him, heal him, save him from the hands of the evil one, do not give the devil a chance to triumph. Show your glory and honor oh Father, show your Mercy upon him, touch Ken’s health wherever he is, heal him. Father, we know that you

He repeated the same as he did prior, he dipped his fingers into the holy water and caressing her facial features "Thank you lord for accepting them into your golden gates as you continue to bless us all with your light, Amen." He calls loud enough for everyone to hear. "Amen." The crowd says in unison "Now let's take a moment of Silence and Pray." He takes his crucifix around his neck and holds it between his hands as he prays. We followed his example and Folded our hands together and closed our eyes to pray. 'Oh father above, please net Senya Come home safely after his departure... Amen.' I say in my mind.

The long table was set with gleaming silverware and pristine white dishes, the centerpiece a vase of fresh crimson roses. As we gathered around, my mother took my hand and gestured for everyone else to do the same. “Let us pray,” she said softly, bowing her head. The room fell silent as she began to speak, her voice steady and reverent. “Moon Goddess, we thank you for this meal, for the safe return of our daughter, and for the strength you give us each day. May your light guide us always.” “Amen,” I whispered along with the my father, though the weight of the words lingered in my chest.

She was overwhelmed with how she felt so little in such a huge place where no one else was there except her. She walked down the aisle, and she sat in a spot just four benches away from the altar. She brought herself on her knees and closed her eyes. Faye whispered her prayer, to guide her in her decision, and to let Him know that she seek for Him first to heal her best friend, to make her happy, and to make her life longer. She asked for forgiveness for what she is about to do, for wishing to someone who’s clearly has dark powers she does not even know dis exists.

Issei - Oh~ let's go then. After waiting for a while... Aqua can be found doing a prayer "God... please bless me, God... please bless me!" Even though she's a Goddess herself for some reason she pray to another God... Megumin is standing stiff while can be heard muttering "I-I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid... I'm very strong..." she's shivering a bit even though she said all that... While Kazuma just have this calm confident face but his legs are shivering fiercely...