Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is error, the truth;
Where there is doubt, the faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, 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.
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About Sheila Morris
Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies who periodically indulges her desires to write outside her genre by trying to write fiction and poetry. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality.
She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. Her latest book, Four Ticket Ride, was released in January, 2019.
She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly. Her Texas roots are never far from her thoughts.
Amen!
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Yes.
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Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Amen! This is my favorite prayer. Thank you so much for sharing it during this difficult time. That we should all be guided by these powerful words. I pray that every day.
– Harper Lee’s Mommy
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Knowing that Miss Harper Lee’s Mommy and the old woman Slow stand together is comforting to everyone at Casa de Canterbury. Love can overcome a multitude of hatred. May it be so in these days…for all of us.
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I’m vacationing in Kennebunkport, Maine — and there is a Francescan monastery here. Toured the expansive grounds just yesterday.
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Bob, I am delighted that you are vacationing – and even more delighted that you are in Kennebunkport. Wow!
What a coincidence that you visited a Franciscan monastery yesterday! I know that must have been wonderful.
Enjoy…stay safe…love to Margaret.
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Amen
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Yes.
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This was on a plaque in my Mom’s kitchen and it really always has resonated with me. Thanks for sharing this!
It is definitely beautiful and poignant, during these hard times where peace is so far away in some people’s eyes, minds and actions. I am praying for sanity to take over somehow, ridding us of the insane and idiotic ways of some who don’t belong in high places, as well as those who follow him a “Big Wake Up Call!” I can only hope. . . hugs xoxo
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Allow me to hope with you, Robin.
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