Via St. Francis and Vhramis

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.

Oh 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.

In Other Words...

...I am afraid. Why?

I'm afraid because I'm tired, and it's late, and I can't sleep.
I'm afraid because someone I know expressed the wish to shoot Americans after the election results came in, and I'm American.
I'm afraid because I have always identified as American to some degree or another and I have realised that I don't know what that means anymore.
I'm afraid because I deal badly with the thought of people dying.
I'm afraid because I deal worse with the thought of war, and it hurts me to think about it.
I'm afraid because I'm a pacifist.
I'm afraid because I don't understand fighting back.
I'm afraid because I'm alone.
And now I'm afraid because I hear thwe key in the door.