O Lord, I do not know what to ask of you. You alone know my true needs. You love me more than I myself know how to love. Help me see my real needs, which are hidden from me. I dare not ask either a cross or consolation, I can only wait on you. My heart is open to you. Visit and help me, for the sake of your great mercy. Strike me or heal me, cast me down or raise me up. I worship in silence your holy and unsearchable ways. I offer myself to you as a sacrifice. I place all my trust in you. My only desire is to do your will. Teach me how to pray.Metropolitan Philaret of Moscow in The Heart in Pilgrimage, edited by Eamon Duffy (Bloomsbury, 2013)Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every