Monday, March 2, 2009

From T.S. Eliot . . .

Blessèd sister, holy mother,
spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,

Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood

Teach us to care and not to care

Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,

Our peace in His will

And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,

Suffer me not to be separated

And let my cry come unto Thee.

from Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot


Br Bernardine FHC said...

Thanks for all your help boh in a spiritual sense and with practical assistance.

Regards BrB+++

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