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The Prayer of Saint Francis
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 despair, hope,
Where there is darkness, light,
and 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 again to eternal life.







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When you come to the edge of all the light you have,and must take a step into the darkness of the unknown,
believe that one of two things will happen.
Either there will be something for you to stand on....
or you will be taught how to fly.
Patrick Overton


To those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
To those who do not believe,
no explanation is possible.








You are not called to be a canary in a cage.
You are called to be an eagle,and to fly, sun to sun, over continents.

H.W.Beecher







GOALS
FAR AWAY, THERE, IN THE SUNSHINE,


ARE MY HIGHEST ASPIRATIONS.


I MAY NOT REACH THEM,
BUT I CAN LOOK UP AND SEE THEIR BEAUTY,


BELIEVE IN THEM
AND TRY TO FOLLOW WHERE THEY LEAD.

Louisa May Alcott




MAY THOSE THAT LOVE US,
LOVE US,
AND THOSE THAT DON'T LOVE US,
MAY GOD TURN THEIR HEARTS;
AND IF HE CAN'T TURN THEIR HEARTS,
MAY HE TURN THEIR ANKLES
SO WE'LL KNOW THEM BT THEIR LIMP ~~


Old Irish prayer

The teacher said to the students:

"Come to the edge..."

They replied: "We might fall"

The teacher said again:

"Come to the edge..."

And they responded:

"It's too high."

"Come to the edge..."

the teacher demanded.

And they came

and the teacher pushed them...

...and they flew.





I am your friend and my love for you goes deep. There is nothing I can give you which you have not got: but there is much, very much, that, while I cannot give it, you can take.


No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today. Take heaven! No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present little instant. Take Peace!


The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach, is Joy! There is a radiance and glory in the darkness, could we but see ~ and to see we only have to look. I beseech you to look.


Life is so generous a giver but we, judging its gifts by the covering, cast them away as ugly or heavy or hard. Remove the covering and you will find beneath it a living splendor, woven of love, by wisdom, with power.


Welcome it, grasp it, and you touch the angel's hand that brings it to you.


Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty, believe me, the angel's hand is there; the gift is there, and the wonder of an overshadowing Presence.


Our joys too; be not content with them as joys. They too conceal diviner gifts. Life is so full of meaning and purpose, so full of beauty ~ beneath its covering ~ that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven.


Courage then to claim it; that is all; but courage you have and the knowledge that we are pilgrims together, wending through unknown country ~ home.


And so, at this time, I greet you. Not quite as the world sends greetings, but with profound esteem and with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.

Brother Giovanni






A BUTTERFLY LIGHTS BESIDE US
LIKE A SUNBEAM

AND FOR A BRIEF MOMENT,
ITS GLORY AND BEAUTY BELONG TO OUR WORLD.

BUT THEN IT FLIES ON AGAIN
AND THOUGH WE WISH IT COULD HAVE STAYED,

WE FEEL SO BLESSED TO HAVE SEEN IT.


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