Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred...let me sow your love.
Where there is injury...pardon.
Where there is discord...union.
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 muchseek to be consoled...as to console; to be under-stood...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.
-St. Francis

Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being.
Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.
Albert Schweitzer