Lord, make me a tool of one’s comfort. Where there was hatred, I would ike to sow love; where there is certainly damage, pardon; where there was question, faith; where there was despair, hope; where there is certainly darkness, light; where there clearly was sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master, grant for it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life 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.
 “This likenessвЂ¦reveals that manвЂ¦cannot fully find himself except through a gift that is sincere of” (GS, no. 24).