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.

Martha BostonComment