Sunday, July 14, 2013

Forgive them, for they know not what they do

Forgiveness is the only way. Forgive the jurors of the Trayvon Martin case for not convicting the person responsible and the tragedy that ensued.

Giuseppe Verdi - Macbeth, Act IV: Patria oppressa!, 'Chorus of Scottish Exiles' lyrics
Oppressed land of ours!
You cannot have
the sweet name of mother
now that you have become a
tomb for your sons.
From orphans, from those who mourn,
some for husbands, some for children,
at each new dawn a cry goes up to outrage heaven.
To that cry heaven replies
as if moved to pity,
oppressed land, it would
proclaim your grief forever.
The bell tolls constantly for death
but no-one is so bold
as to shed a vain tear
for the suffering and dying.

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;
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.