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 recieve.
It is in pardoning... that we are pardoned.
It is in dying... that we are born to eternal
life.
~author-St. Francis of Assissi~
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