He’d lit his Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe candle.
He’d taken a short walk.
He’d even munched on some leftover party potatoes (complete with bacon and chives) that KTPP had given him.
Nothing was doing the trick.
Then the Prayer of St. Francis (this version by Sarah McLachlan) came on, and it was as if a calm had descended on O.’s soul, and he knew he had to share it with others. So, here it is.
The Prayer of St. Francis
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.
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’s in dying that we are born to eternal life.