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| James Z. Carpio, writer |
My younger brother would always tell me to smile more for pictures. I have a thousand different smiles. But, never really captured.
Why? Because I feel your pain.
and I always have in my mind, The Prayer of Saint 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;
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;
it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.
Amen.
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