Lord, enlighten us to see the beam that is in our own eye, and blind us to the mote that is in our brother’s.   Let us feel our offences with our hands, make them great and bright before us like the sun, make us eat them and drink them for our diet.  Blind us to the offences of our beloved, cleanse them from our memories, take them out of our mouths for ever.  Let all here before Thee carry and measure with the false balances of love, and be in their own eyes and in all conjunctures the most guilty.  Help us at the same time with the grace of courage, that we be none of us cast down when we sit lamenting amid the ruins of our happiness or our integrity:  touch us with fire from the altar, that we may be up and doing to rebuild our city:  in the name and by the method of him in whose words of prayer we now conclude.   Robert Louis Stevenson-Vailima Prayers and Sabbath Morn