Friday, March 21, 2008

Good Friday

Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise.
In my end is my beginning.

T.S. Eliot
The Four Quartets


Mrs. M said...

Beautiful-- both the pic and the Eliot. Thank you, gannet.

Quotidian Grace said...

Awesome and inspiring and so appropriate for the day. Thanks GG.

Kathryn J said...

I need to spend some time meditating on that poem. Thanks for the inspiration so appropriate for today! It's been tough to work on my spiritual life this Lent - too many distractions.

Jan said...

Thank you. This brought tears and so I need to keep the poem with me. Beautiful image.