Here is the link to the captured DNC emails which further expose communications among Mrs. Clinton, Mrs. Abedin, and DNC staff. Wikileaks exposed these emails lately.
The Saint Francis prayer was written long ago.
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; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.
Truly, the part that says dying is mysterious. Often, I do not agree with that statement. But I have to admit that it is the only way I can be truly happy.
The part that says “grant that I may not so much seek … to be loved as to love,” applies to me specifically. I want to be more loved. But I do not desire to love. It is the logical opposite.
I find that when I pray this part of the prayer that I actually become more happy. In a way I have shed a slavery to my own selfish attitude. I have taken off something that looks ugly. I have become more free. Yet, I find that I am not loved or respected by a certain human. I find that I might be respected by humans from whom I never expected respect and love. I feel as if the Lord has sent me on a mission to others of whom I do not know and by whom never knew me.
Every year I cannot wait for October. I love October soooo much! I start feeling light and mellow. I imagine wearing muted fall colors of red, yellow and green with tinges of violet. When I’m driving I sheepishly glance at the glass window shops of beautifully dressed and autumn colored mannequins. I wish I were one of those mannequins in the store. I would just stare like the rest of them and be so happy. I sense the odor of fine cuisine more acutely. I start getting really hungry for pumpkin and sugar or acorn squash and butter. I want to eat all the different kinds of Spanish tapas in one sitting. The moon appears to talk to me. It has funny faces and makes me laugh to myself. At twilight the sunlight brightens me directly and everywhere I turn, it colors me first. When I’m in October, I’m in love with all that is there.
Lady Gaga v. Katy Perry.