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~ St. Ignatius Loyola
~ St. Teresa of Avila
Lord, make me an instument 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 that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to
Eternal life.
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when I am no longer involved in the measurement of life, but in the living of it, I can discover a form of prayer in which there is effectively no distraction. My whole life becomes a prayer. My whole silence is full of prayer. The world of silence in which I am immersed contributes to my prayer. thomas merton |
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