Lord, make me an
instrument of Your peace
Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is injury, pardon,
Where there is doubt, faith,
Where there is darkness, light,
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may
not
so much seek to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
St. Francis of Assisi |
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We
resign into your hands our sleeping bodies,
Our cold hearths and open doors.
Give us to awaken with smiles,
give us to labor smiling.
As the sun returns in the east,
so let our patience be renewed with dawn;
as the sun lightens the world,
so let our loving kindness make bright this
house of our habitation.
Robert Louis Stevenson |
