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.
— The Prayer of St. Francis
