Weekly Meditation: Prayer of St. Francis
For this week I would suggest you consider the following poem (although the mantra of “I am entitled to miracles” is always a good standby anytime you feel negative):
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.
Despite the name, it was likely not written by St. Francis, but this does not mean that it isn’t a very wise expression of what life is supposed to be. You are here to be happy, yes…but oddly enough the easiest way to make yourself happy is to make the word better (see lines 2-6) which so long as you do it because you’re trying to do it because you want to do it and you find it fun, is a good thing. (If you only want to make the world a better place because you feel it’s an obligation, you’re missing the point. It’s better to just leave the world alone if you don’t have fun trying to make it better). And you don’t need to do anything grand or extreme, it’s just the little things that are important (being a good friend, a good love, a sibling, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, a heart to welcome).
I could go on, but these meditations shouldn’t be about my words.