Thursday, May 11, 2006


Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow in love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sorrow, joy.

Oh divine master grant that I may, not so much seek to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be love as to love.

For it's in giving that we receive,
and it's in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it's in dying that we are born into eternal life.


How can I be so selfish?
Am I anywhere near ready?