His anger is just, often hindered but never hasty and full of mercy. Prayer is the peace of our spirit, the stillness of our hearts, thoughts, and recollections. It is the seat of meditation, the rest of our cares, and the calm of the tempest. Prayer is the issue of a quiet mind of untroubled thoughts. It is the daughter of charity and the sister of meekness.
Anger is the perfect alienation of the mind from prayer.
It is contrary to that attention which presents our prayers in a right line to God. Our prayers made with a contrite heart, ascends to heaven upon the wings of the Holy Dove, and dwells with God. Till its return, like the useful bee, laden with a blessing and the dew of heaven. God respects not the arithmetic of our prayers, how many they are. Nor the rhetoric of our prayers, how neat they are.