Ash Wednesday

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.

The final lines of T.S.Eliot’s Ash Wednesday. The whole poem is here.

  • Shaughn

    Went to a RC service this morning for a worship class. They forgot the ashes. (As in, the ashes were not brought in.) I've never seen that happen before.I suppose since it isn't a sacrament (or even a sacramental act), it's easy to improvise or do without. But my word, somebody will be in trouble later.