My mom died ten years ago, so in her honor I borrow from
Ash Wednesday (excerpts) T.S. Eliot
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And I pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer…
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.
Blessed 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 to Thee.
blessed are those who mourn
2 comments:
From DAW to DAB a women with great stamina.
Not many can accopmlish with such grace the domestic duties of ensuring eight are properly nurtured and nourished, a blessing, a curse, a challenge, a gold metal to say the least.
May those who mourn be comforted.
Amen to that
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