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 we receive,

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned.

It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

– Saint Francis of Assissi