In Times Like These
As another year draws to a close, apropos our generation and the world events - wars, famine, and catastrophes - the following words of supplication are recalled. These words are the last two stanzas of a narrative poem 'Dear Lord and Father of Mankind'. John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892) wrote these lines in 1872.
Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.
Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm.
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Hi L'Envoi
I like your blog - it's pretty interesting. Do stop by mine sometime if you have the time and look for the blog entry entitled "Catholic School". I'd be interested to see what you have to say about it.
I am, by the way, an atheist, despite spending 10 years of my life in Catholic schools.
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