Wednesday, February 17, 2010

An Excerpt from Eliot's "Ash Wednesday"...

The following is an excerpt from the poem Ash Wednesdau by T.S. Eliot.  More than fitting for this sobering day...

Although I do not hope to turn again
Although I do not hope
Although I do not hope to turn

Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things
From the wide window towards the granite shore
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying
Unbroken wings

And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices
In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices
And the weak spirit quickens to rebel
For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell
Quickens to recover
The cry of quail and the whirling plover
And the blind eye creates
The empty forms between the ivory gates
And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth

This is the time of tension between dying and birth
The place of solitude where three dreams cross
Between blue rocks
But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away
Let the other yew be shaken and reply.

Bless├Ęd 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.

Let my cry come to Thee....

Monday, February 15, 2010

The First Verb: Hildegard

The Holy Spirit animates
all, moves
all, roots
all, forgives
all, cleanses
all, erases
all, our past mistakes, and then
puts medicine on our wounds.

We praise the Spirit of incandescence
for awakening
and reawakening

Hildegard of Bingen

Definitely a Lenten meditation.  Wishing everyone a meaningful yet lovely Lent.

The artwork is by a young Russian woman artist known as Inna Deriy.  See more of her work here.