>I don’t like to use this as a forum to regurgitate the words of others but last night while in meditation the memory of my father’s Irish tenor lilting these phrases came flooding back to me. I can’t remember exactly how old I was or what we were doing but I know that he would often break into songs like this while he and I were cleaning the barn or completing some other menial task. It speaks to the kind of life my family has lived for generations.
My only hope is to honour the legacy.
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.
St. Francis of Assisi
Peace – Lauren