In the Aftermath of a Bad Day
I woke slowly this morning, hoping I was rousing from a bad dream. But as I move into the day and into acceptance of What Is (and please understand that by "acceptance" I do NOT mean passive resignation or pollyanna clichés), I find these words coming to mind over and over. I take it as a directive to me from the highest sources within me:
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;
where there is sadness, joy.
I'm doing my best. Anything else feels awful.