It may be a disservice to the great poet that I only read T.S. Eliot on this day, Ash Wednesday. And I pretty much only read this poem, Ash Wednesday. (And I pretty much loathe Cats, but we can’t totally blame Eliot for that one.)
Each year a different part of this great work speaks to me.
…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
Suffer me not to be separated…
And let my cry come unto Thee.
His poem is a cry for hope of salvation, “even among these rocks.” Asking God to teach us to sit still, “to care and not to care.” With faith that God can teach us these things. If we care to listen.