Lord make me an instrument of Thy peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; 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 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. ~ St. Francis of Assisi
Grieve not… nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as though I were beside you. I loved you so… 'twas Heaven here with you.
