I’ve been seeing very little peace anywhere lately. There came to me this morning this prayer, attributed to St. Francis of Assisi and with which I first became familiar through it’s frequent performance of my friend, Jeannie Kim Wickes (more than 45 years ago, by which I date both me and her):
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.
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.
Until you try living this way, you just have no idea how strong the ego and the urge for self-promotion are. But this is the way of life.
I know, I know! I’m one to talk! I get that.
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