NOTE: This is the first time here that I posted a poem (actually a prayer) by another author. This prayer is attributed to St. Francis of Assisi and the poem talks about making the nobler choice despite the bad circumstances that befall us. Our willingness to receive a "disincentive" in life to be a bright light for others is actually a blessing, not a curse. This poem is an encouragement especially for people who are natural "givers" of love, grace, happiness, and many more, thought they are beset with unfortunate events.
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.
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