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
And 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
And it’s in pardoning that we are pardoned
And it’s in dying that we are born to Eternal Life
Jez Braithwaite’s Water Water Everywhere challenge.
Maxwell stood at the doorway that opened into Satan’s bedchamber. Nervous about being summoned into the presence of the Big Man, he hesitated before entering. Satan was consistent in one thing, and one thing only; that would be his unpredictability. The last time Maxwell was this position, he entered Satan’s bedroom a man and came out as a cat.
Printed in expressive Gothic script over the door was the sentence: Abandon all hope, yea who enter here.
There’s something about roses that I find spiritual and serene. I don’t know why that is. I only have to look at these photos and I breathe a sigh of relief. I hope that all of my fellow participants in Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge feel the same way.