Sunday, April 14, 2019

At Eastertime And Ever On

Lord, make me an instrument of thy 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;
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;
It is in dying to self 
     that we are born to eternal life.

              - Saint Francis of Assisi  

(Written in the Thirteenth Century in Italy)

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