The View From Kalamazoo

Tuesday was the feast day of Feast of St. Francis of Assisi. Between the sheer insanity at work, Mother Sporano’s surgery and the need for time and attention there, and life’s usual mishaps and misadventures I planned to, but failed to, post this then. I’ll post it now, there is no day it does not seem appropriate to re-visit it, and despite my heathen-ness it speaks to me.

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
when 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.

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.