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

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 console; to  be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; for it is giving that we receive, and it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

 Prayer of St. Francis