Lord, make me a channel of thy peace,
that where there is hatred, I may bring love;
that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness;
that where there is discord, I may bring harmony;
that where there is error, I may bring truth;
that where there is doubt, I may bring faith;
that where there is despair, I may bring hope;
that where there are shadows, I may bring light;
that where there is sadness, I may bring joy.
Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted;
to understand, than to be understood; to love, than to be loved.
For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.
It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.
It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life.
#flashbackfriday when i was 20, i visited amma, a living hindu deity, in southern india. there are things i remember about the trip and who i now realize i was at the time, a restless wild child hunting outside for inner peace. i remember aching limbs from sitting cross-legged for hours; oppressive heat; vats of spicy vegetarian food i quickly tired of; kool-aid powder added to the water to make it palatable; and an elusive calm i chased and occasionally wrangled. but what stands out most is a memory that’s comforted me ever since: one night, we visitors sat around amma. someone asked, “what will happen when i die, amma?” amma laughed, the laugh of a disarming, fearless child. “death is as one drop of water falling back into the ocean.”