Friends, make me an instrument of your peace, Mother Earth, For it is in giving that we receive.
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.
grant me the strength 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.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are reborn into stars.
Friends, make me an instrument of your peace,
For it is in giving that we receive.
— My mother posted the English version of St. Francis’ prayer. I’m tweaking it as a secular statement.