{"id":1208,"date":"2012-03-01T15:53:45","date_gmt":"2012-03-01T20:53:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stlydias.org\/blog\/?p=1208"},"modified":"2012-03-01T15:53:45","modified_gmt":"2012-03-01T20:53:45","slug":"excerpt-from-ash-wednesday-by-t-s-eliot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/2012\/03\/excerpt-from-ash-wednesday-by-t-s-eliot\/","title":{"rendered":"Excerpt from Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>VI<\/p>\n<p>Although I do not hope to turn again<br \/>\nAlthough I do not hope<br \/>\nAlthough I do not hope to turn<br \/>\nWavering between the profit and the loss<br \/>\nIn this brief transit where the dreams cross<br \/>\nThe dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying<br \/>\n(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things<br \/>\nFrom the wide window towards the granite shore<br \/>\nThe white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying<br \/>\nUnbroken wings<br \/>\nAnd the lost heart stiffens and rejoices<br \/>\nIn the lost lilac and the lost sea voices<br \/>\nAnd the weak spirit quickens to rebel<br \/>\nFor the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell<br \/>\nQuickens to recover<br \/>\nThe cry of quail and the whirling plover<br \/>\nAnd the blind eye creates<br \/>\nThe empty forms between the ivory gates<br \/>\nAnd smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth<br \/>\nThis is the time of tension between dying and birth<br \/>\nThe place of solitude where three dreams cross<br \/>\nBetween blue rocks<br \/>\nBut when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away<br \/>\nLet the other yew be shaken and reply.<br \/>\nBlessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,<br \/>\nSuffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood<br \/>\nTeach us to care and not to care<br \/>\nTeach us to sit still<br \/>\nEven among these rocks,<br \/>\nOur peace in His will<br \/>\nAnd even among these rocks<br \/>\nSister, mother<br \/>\nAnd spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,<br \/>\nSuffer me not to be separated<br \/>\nAnd let my cry come unto Thee.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;<em>Read at St. Lydia&#8217;s on February 26, 2012<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VI 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 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1208"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1208"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1208\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1210,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1208\/revisions\/1210"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}