Thursday, February 26, 2015

Until it Sings

'Lord! The hurt Thou sendest me,
    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


  1. To guard our suffering "until it sings". Wow. Can't say I have done this but it is worth pondering. Thanks Nancy....

    1. I can't say I've done this either, but I was struck by the "challenge!"