A World Classroom: Footed Flowers

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Footed Flowers

Now I know why I’ve been told that things flower—
in joy is their beauty,
their strength is their duty—
All goodness united to show forth God’s power.

Beings of harmony shine like a flower—
the splendor they carry
remains secondary—
Rejuvenation foundations this tower.

Monuments these, like all things here, sour;
But You Who transform us,
Please water and warm us,
And nurture the radiance of Your every flower.

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Prayer of St. Francis

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; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born...to eternal life. Amen.

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