Rolling into the Easter weekend like

I don’t claim to know St. Francis of Assisi, who wrote this age old Anglican prayer, but a friend recently sent this to me, and I think it’s a good meditation for the weekend. This time of year, Since my time writing for American Gods, my brain swirls with the Pagan origins of Easter, with the goddess Ostara, with egg hunts meant to catch Pagans, throw them in jail, but also swirling is what I learned in Sunday School, bits of Bible, pieces of my internal truth, and a small and constant headache because too many mini cadbury eggs. So I think this prayer is a good centering, a good reminder of what is Good, and how I might sow it. What I mainly take from it is this: focus on the light, and get over yourself.

Lord, Make us instruments of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let us sow love

where there is injury, pardon

where there is discord, union

where there is doubt, faith

where this is despair, hope

where there is darkness, light

where there is sadness, joy.

Grant that we not so much seek to be consoled as to console

to be understood as to understand

to be loved as to love.

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