After a gap, today I returned to the beech grove that is my main "church". Sometimes I had stood there singing the first line of "St.Francis`s song": "Oh Signore, fa' di me uno strumento della tua pace": That is: "Lord, make me an instrument of your peace". On this occasion I turned to the path feeling somewhat low. What can I, with my frequent struggles to discover words (because of Alzheimer's syndrome) be an instrument of God's peace? But as I stood in the grove it seemed to me that this weakness perhaps more strongly shows me those things that really matter: my wife, the trees and much more, which can find peace.
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