Prayer to Walburga von Heidenheim

When you stand in prayer, cry out with a pure heart:
Blessed are you, Walburga of Heidenheim,
Who did not hide your light under a basket,
But shone it upon the gentiles in the dense forests.
Your oil flows like the mercy of My Father,
Washing the wounds of those who labor and are heavy laden.

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Ask — and it will be given to you through the holy virgin.
Knock — and she will open the doors of mercy.
O Walburga, like a good branch of the true vine,
Give us to drink of the dew of healing,
Protect us from storms and the hungry wolf.


You are the salt of the earth, and she is your faithful guard.
In the night of doubt, when the sea of your life is troubled,
She extends her hand, carrying light into the darkness.
Blessed are those who mourn at her holy altar,
For they shall wipe their tears with the fragrant myrrh of heaven.


Truly, truly I say to you: whoever believes will not be put to shame.
Store up your treasures not on corruptible earth,
But in the prayers offered up through this righteous one,
Whose heart was meek as a dove, and wise.


Pray for our sheep, Walburga...
May the Father's will be done in all things...
My peace I leave with you. Amen.