Peace is not something to bring.
It is what remains when nothing is resisted.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace
Let this life be an expression of what is already whole.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love
Where separation appears, let love reveal itself.
Where there is injury, pardon
Nothing real has been harmed.
Where there is doubt, faith
What is true does not waver.
Where there is despair, hope
Even here, presence remains untouched.
Where there is darkness, light
Awareness is never absent.
And where there is sadness, joy
Beneath all movement, there is quiet fullness.
Grant that I may not seek to be consoled, but to console
In giving, nothing is lost.
To be understood, but to understand
There are no separate others.
To be loved, but to love
Love is what I am.
For it is in giving that we receive
Nothing leaves; nothing is gained.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
In release, freedom is seen.
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life
What is false falls away.
What is real remains.
Amen
So it is.