may we all on earth have the fortune to
seek and find
our own
lord and divine master.
Lord, make me an instrument of thy 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;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.
St Francis
Kate and I travel the world to hopefully better understand it and it's people.
Here we cannot pretend to do either.
Our Greek island adventure has us passing thru Anthen's seaport, Piraeus. The busiest port in all of Europe.
One cannot call this home, but a place of passing for now thousands of exiled refugees.
A fraction of the current millions that have been forced to flee their homelands.
As if Greece's own economic woes are not enough, it is now
centre stage and home in many ways to what is being called the largest human migration since the mid nineteen forties.
centre stage and home in many ways to what is being called the largest human migration since the mid nineteen forties.
I joke these days that Kate and I don't have a house.
But we have a home.
We are citizens of one of the greatest countries in the world.
May you all find a home.
May you all find peace in your,
and our hearts.
Kate and I don't need much to remind ourselves how blessed our lives are.
Here we passed thru and dropped off some excesses from our packs and gave what seemed like a infinitesimal small word and tokens of hope to a few among the many.
We are the world,
we are the children,
We are the ones who make a brighter day.
peace and good and brotherhood
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