The Common Struggler
As the sun begans to set,
Her breathing grows faint,
Gasping for the next breath,
She prays for relief..
That God’s mercy
Brings her to those Golden Streets…
Where water flows, in the clearest
Sparkling blue…
Where hugs are tight and love is
Abundant… the place where every
Face carries a smile, and speaks
A friendly greeting!
Every inch of her body aches,
The weight of the world rests
On her chest, it’s agonizing.
The night’s black is terrifying,
So cold and lonely…
She hates this virus..
It’s death without an
official time call.
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Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
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;
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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