Poetry and Music
The Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrum
ent of Thy 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 darkn
ess, light;
and 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.
Amen.
The Orange   by Wendy Cope
(published in Good Poems, edited by Garrison Kieller)

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange--
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave--
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately.  The shopping.  A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment.  It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you.  I'm glad I exist.

St. Francis Youtube