Nagasakibana the farther eat southern point. Beautiful black volcanic sand beach. A lighthouse to the left, a shrine behind me and a volcano to the right.
This is Kaimondake, meaning sea gate mountain.
I lit some incense, laid out half the jar I brought, and waited for the waves while reading a prayer she favored.
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace That where there is hatred, I may bring love. That where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness.
That where there is discord, I may bring harmony.
That where there is error, I may bring truth.
That where there is doubt, I may bring faith.
That where there is despair, I may bring hope.
That where there are shadows, I may bring light.
That where there is sadness, I may bring joy.
Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort, than to be comforted.
To understand, than to be understood.
To love, than to be loved.
For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.
It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.
It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life.
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