Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Contemplative
Maybe it's the age
Or maybe it's the time of the year
I can't help but feel a sense of despair
A feeling of gloom
and a mood of "hows"
Can't seem to communicate this to the outer world
Seems like no one at all can truly understand it
No one, No one at all
Alot of questions waiting to be answered
Yet as I think about them
More questions arise
My sense of clarity becoming obscure
My sense of wanting to be fair and objective becoming blur
Will this mist ever clear
like the morning dew?
Will things eventually sort themselves out
And if they do,
can the world wait for me til they do?
**Feeling real unhappy and not knowing how**
yet another day of memories...
11/11/2009 02:17:00 AM
An Instrument of Peace
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 me 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.
(Attributed to St Francis of Assisi )