WHERE THERE IS HATRED LET ME SOW LOVE

“Lord make me an instrument of your Peace ...”

 

- St Francis

 

Oh, I'm feeling a tad preachy, so I am laughing at myself, because it never does one any good to take oneself too seriously! : 0) “Practice what you preach” springs to my mind and it is something that is extremely hard to exact … but all good things come with a little effort. If life's lessons come to us too easy, they can never truly be learned or sustained for very long, so I keep trying and God loves a trier … and he has a good sense of humour. He must have because he made me! Speaking of which, my Angel for today is Humour! ; 0)) Now I am off again, but I am there with you in spirit and will continue to pop in to see you <3 Have a wonderful weekend and thank you all for bringing sunshine to my days!

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=agPnMxp5Occ

PRAYER OF ST FRANCIS – SARAH McLACHLAN

 

“Pity is akin to love”

so my late father told me

sitting by the fireside

carving out a memory

looking at the pictures

in the flickering flames

listening to his stories

telling me about war games

I never really knew him

until all these years that pass

Summers making daisy chains

kneeling on the dew-damp grass

early in the morning

and often late at night

musings of those halcyon days

flood my mind and I take flight

escape into my memories

adventures found in dreams

putting right the endless wars

in my mind's eye it's how it seems

a constant battle of wits and woes

a profusion of confusion

but golden light that filters through

enlightens me in my grand illusions

fragile temperament; sensitive

my skin is thin and prone to cuts

easily; wounds self-inflicted

scarred now in ridges; ifs and buts

what if; but what if we could be

the best version of ourselves and free

our minds and hearts; our souls and all

that meets and greets us; none will fall

I like to think that there are others

like-minded in my gaining wisdom

who seemingly drift by in life

and yet profoundly step on life's poignant rhythm

that all things come and go away

the flowers, the birds, the trees

and inbetween we have our say

from butterflies to humming bees

now is the time to learn to love

to set differences aside

if we don't learn that love is all

then what's the point; the growing tide

will break on shores we never know

and drown us in sweet tears of sorrow

not bitter for that would imply

we had not learned and then tomorrow

would be the same; an endless pattern

of war; of love; of peace; of hate

there's no time like this present moment

to forgive our enemies; to wipe the slate

who on Earth would not want love

and peace to reign on everyone

those individuals are small and few

let's change their minds these days to come

I looked into the bowels of Hell

when I was just a child

I saw the burning flames; I tell

you it is better to be meek and mild

that is the essence of me you know

by now you have my measure

I only seek to bring you love

love is the answer; peace is the pleasure

come join me while I say a prayer

let us join hands and kneel

for only when we join our hearts

will we know peace and love and heal.

 

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