I enjoy poetry and prayer. In fact they are often one and the same. Any blog of mine will include the Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi. It's one my mother had me memorize age ten and never gets old. One translation follows. As I've said before it's good embeded code, even on a Monday afternoon.
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;
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 to Eternal Life.
Amen.
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