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
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
Wonderfully Franciscan, Marian, and TS Elliotian in tone. That would be a grand meditation upon which to meditate whilst sitting near the River Gave in front of the grotto at Lourdes, water burbling and roaring.Or anywhere, for that matter. Thanks for sharing.
That’s a wonderful poem by Eliot. I had never heard it! Thank you!
What’s the name of that painting? I’ve seen it before, but I can’t find the artist. thx