Lord make me an instrument of Thy 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; 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 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.
Old Irish Blessing
May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, And all the rains fall soft upon your fields, And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
