Friday, September 14, 2007

Will You Stand With Me A Moment, In The Garden?

Seigneur, faites de moi un instrument de votre paix.
Là où il y a de la haine, que je mette l’amour.
Là où il y a l’offense, que je mette le pardon.
Là où il y a la discorde, que je mette l’union.
Là où il y a l’erreur, que je mette la vérité.
Là où il y a le doute, que je mette la foi.
Là où il y a le désespoir, que je mette l’espérance.
Là où il y a les ténèbres, que je mette votre lumière.
Là où il y a la tristesse, que je mette la joie.
Ô Maître, que je ne cherche pas tant à être consolé qu’à consoler,
À être compris qu’à comprendre,
À être aimé qu’à aimer,
Car c’est en donnant qu’on reçoit,
C’est en s’oubliant qu’on trouve,
C’est en pardonnant qu’on est pardonné,
C’est en mourant qu’on ressuscite à l’éternelle vie.


JoeDevlin said...

Joe's list of things a man SHOULDN'T know:

How to speak French.

Ruth Anne Adams said...

The Prayer of St. Francis in French. Oui. Perhaps Pastor Jeff [fluent in French and prayer] could offer a translation?

JoeDevlin: Wrong. Men should know how to whisper a foreign language huskily into the ear of their beloved. Doesn't matter what language, just so it's 4N. And huskily whispered.

Patsy said...


SippicanCottage said...

Joe- There is great danger here. You have caught the attention of the dreaded femalis frenchificus

Stay calm. Back slowly away. Do not let them smell fear on you. (Fear smells French, by the way) Do not make any sudden movements. Try to puff up your chest to make yourself appear larger.

Do not come between them and their cubs! Or maybe they follow the White Sox, I don't know.

Pastor_Jeff said...

Ruth Anne,

Apparently, the prayer was unknown before 1915, when it was first published in French. This is the originally published version.

It's a pretty straightforward translation of what we know as "The Prayer of St. Francis", but with a few additions:

"Where there is discord, may I bring unity. Where there is error, may I bring truth ... For it is in forgetting self that we find ..."

I could recite it by memory for you (in English). We sang a beautiful version of it by Rutter in college glee club.

PS - Your response to Joe sounds like Jaimie Lee Curtis in A Fish Called Wanda.

Pastor_Jeff said...


I seem to recall seeing Francis before. Did your little one leave an offering in his bowl this time?

SippicanCottage said...

PJ- Yes, he still does it. The picture today is older than the picture you linked to. That's why the bowl is empty.

I will miss it when it goes.

Anwyn said...

Miss what, when what goes? And why is it going?

Ruth Anne Adams said...

So is Pastor Jeff the Official Historian of the Sippican Cottage blog now?

PJ: Jamie Lee Curtis in "Wanda"...yes, exactly. Plus I've read too many penny dreadfuls it seems.

SippicanCottage said...

anwyn- my little boy began placing an offering in francis' bowl every time he played in the yard near him. a pine cone. he won't be a little boy much longer, and it will go away, like so many things do.

Anwyn said...

Ah. I read the part about the offerings but didn't connect them to an "it" that could go away.

My little one turns four on Sunday and already there are things I know I've all but forgotten. Bleah.

Joe said...

Ruth Ann has won me over with her argument, and I am going to use my best Russian on my wife when next I see her. Nothing better than Russian huskily whispered!

Problem is, having hung around with rough sorts all my life, I only know how to say "hello" "you looking at me?" and certain profanities in six different languages. I am trying to reform, however.

Ruth Anne Adams said...

Joe: Welcome to the right side of this debate. You know how they say men are like microwaves and women are like crock pots? Well, speaking a foreign language in the manner described is a turbo blast on the crock pot.

In short, you won't need to know too many words. It works almost instantaneously.

Anonymous said...

My little one turns four on Sunday and already there are things I know I've all but forgotten. Bleah.

Anwyn, it's OK. That's the way it's always been, and that's the way it always will be. For each to carry upon his back the memory of what was in its entirety would eventually halt us, then crush us under its weight, one by one. Enjoy the journey, and relish what comes next.