Good Friday is here. We are so close to Easter, but Resurrection doesn’t mean much if we haven’t entered into Christ’s Passion. If you have a chance, try to read from T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets, particularly East Coker, IV.
The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer’s art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is not to please
But to remind of our, and Adam’s curse,
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse…
Oh, I do love Eliot. Thanks for reminding me of this today,
Susan A says
I love Eliot but somehow had not seen this. So powerful. Thanks for posting.
Just wanted to tell you that my husband and I were confirmed at the Vigil last night, and you’ve got some credit to take for it! Lots of love in my heart for this lil’ blog that eased me so gently into the Catholic faith! (btw found it via Holly Fish 🙂 Looking forward to meeting you at Edel!
So happy for you, Shannon!
And I get to hang out with Holly this week in Waco! yay! Can’t wait to meet you at Edel 🙂
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