Lord, make me an instrument 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 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 of the self that we are born
to eternal life.
- St. Francis of Assisi
In just a few sentences, this prayers seems to say it all. At the
intellectual level, we may understand the words very well and can
applaud its message, but the difficulty lies in practicing it. One
can agree, for example, to "love" rather than "be loved", but until
we internalize it by real practice, there is no value to the words.
This can be easily practiced in our daily lives, but mundane desires
and goals often shift our focus and we return to serving/pleasing
ourselves. Meditation, then, serves to make conscious what has become
sub-conscious; by thus bringing our weaknesses to the forefront, we
continue the "dying of the self".
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