The following is a prayer I offer often. One I find brings me back, when I lose my way, and in a lonely, quiet place, even when I have lost my faith. I offer it to you, today, on this day of Thanksgiving, as an option at your table. Or your couch. Or your tailgait. Even at my quiet table with my life partner Tom, I never get through it without tears.... But salty tears makes for incredibly lovely turkey. Blessed Thanksgiving to you all.
A Prayer attributed to St. Francis, Book of Common Prayer, page 833.
Lord, make us instruments of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is discord, union;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that we may not so much seek 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.