help me to bear
in silence; nor let others see
how sad I fare.
Help me to keep it just for Thee,
to clip its wings
and guard it close within my breast
until it sings.'
from "Listening to the Indwelling Presence,"
compiled by a Religious, Pellegrini, Australia, 1940, p. 110
Painting: Chaplin, A Beauty with Doves
To guard our suffering "until it sings". Wow. Can't say I have done this but it is worth pondering. Thanks Nancy....ReplyDelete
I can't say I've done this either, but I was struck by the "challenge!"Delete