Are You In A Dry Place?

Lent reminds us of our desert times; perhaps you are in a dry place right now. Yet when I look back on those lost or lonely times, I know they were sacred ground somehow. Those were the times I felt sustained by God alone, and that knowledge sustains me even now. In the desert, water is a precious thing, and we are alert to its presence and nourishment in ways we are not when we are satiated.

The following poem, by one of our great Anglican writers T.S. Eliot, has sustained me many times in the desert, and I offer it to you on this day before…

Ash Wednesday

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 Thee.

…T.S. Eliot, 1927

Amen, and a blessed Lent, Mother Candace+

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