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nts for sinking spirit and toes into</p><p id="6fec">as devotedly as it takes until I, too, am a fool for love. A viola of peace singing with strings of gut and steel — reverberating, resolute – the song of the most beautiful spheres.</p><p id="9824">My bow, a bulrush exorcised of its desire to scourge.</p><p id="3cf6">All octaves of trust, hope, joy, consolation, empathy,</p><p id="d81a">pardon</p><p id="8214">perfectly pitched, vibrato mirroring the stars’ faces</p><p id="8df6">and the moon’s — even when she is new, unseen. Waiting patiently backstage to wax our bettered selves to a gleam. Maestros and monks in the making.</p><p id="f017">©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2023</p><p id="fb56">Dedicated to St. Francis of Assisi</p><blockquote id="b3b2"><p>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 divin

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e 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.</p></blockquote><p id="444a">Thank you, team, at Blue Insights for the home — <a href="undefined">Francine Fallara</a>, <a href="undefined">Thomas Plummer</a>, <a href="undefined">David Rudder</a>, <a href="undefined">Victoria Ponte</a>, <a href="undefined">Iulia Halatz</a>, <a href="undefined">Gurpreet Dhariwal</a>, <a href="undefined">KS Copeland</a>. Thank you, dearest readers. Love.</p><p id="f156"><a href="https://readmedium.com/about-me-jenine-bsharah-baines-1b7652c9561b">Jeni</a></p><p id="a391"><i>please click <a href="https://jeninebsharahbaines.medium.com/subscribe">here</a> if inclined to ponder, play, dream, and sing with me.</i></p><p id="ab38"><i>Thank you for subscribing.</i></p></article></body>

MAKE ME AN INSTRUMENT OF PEACE

For the Saint on Whose Feast Day I was Born

We’re all Maestros and Monks of love in the making

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The only way I have a prayer of getting my head fatly around forgiveness, of releasing my clenched fist of a heart – that my wrath and sorrow might bud bat wings and soar blindly from resentment’s cave for the sun, incinerating themselves –

is to remember my training.

I have practiced daily – reciting, with every slashed wrist and wrenching twist of the wrong kind of memory, the prayer of my patron. The one

who spills so much light that even my eyes, clouded from too many re-readings of eclipsing tea leaves, recognize these words

are footprints for sinking spirit and toes into

as devotedly as it takes until I, too, am a fool for love. A viola of peace singing with strings of gut and steel — reverberating, resolute – the song of the most beautiful spheres.

My bow, a bulrush exorcised of its desire to scourge.

All octaves of trust, hope, joy, consolation, empathy,

pardon

perfectly pitched, vibrato mirroring the stars’ faces

and the moon’s — even when she is new, unseen. Waiting patiently backstage to wax our bettered selves to a gleam. Maestros and monks in the making.

©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2023

Dedicated to St. 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.

Thank you, team, at Blue Insights for the home — Francine Fallara, Thomas Plummer, David Rudder, Victoria Ponte, Iulia Halatz, Gurpreet Dhariwal, KS Copeland. Thank you, dearest readers. Love.

Jeni

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