Saint Anne, here I am again. You
may be tired of listening
to my prayer so often repeated. But, you are the Saint in
whom I have so much trust! You are a grandmother extruding
your love! You were given us by Jesus to console us as we
groan in pain. St Anne, have pity on my, relieve me of my
misery, bring me some consolation. May I get well
Oh! please, take pity on me, your child.
I would never have believed sickness
could affect me so
mercilessly. I would never have imagined I would suffer so
much and for so long. I always relied on good health to do
so many useful things. And now I feel miserable in my
sickness and I am disheartened. You remain, beloved Saint
Anne, my one hope. I know how close you are to Jesus, your
Will I every have recourse to you
without being helped?
In spite of my sufferings which
exhaust me day and night, I
want to intercede on behalf of all sick people. My prayer must
be charitable. There are so many people who moan on their
hospital bed, or locked up in their home as in a prison. Who
will listen to them as they whimper, who will take a lenient
view of their infirmities and wounds, who will smile to them,
who will pacify them, if not you, dearest Saint Anne? Give
a helping hand, come to their rescue.
Saint Anne, to make my illness
profitable, I present my
discomfort to Jesus suffering on the cross. I unite my
distress to the distress of Mary your daughter, standing at
the foot of the cross. I offer my torment and my affliction
to my Lord as I look at you, Saint Anne, my heavenly
grandmother. Promptly come to my assistance and give new
life to all suffering people.
Heal me if this is God's will, give me
peace and lasting joy.