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…
…And let my cry come unto Thee.
~T.S. Eliot from “Ash Wednesday”
Too many daily distractions prevent me from remaining still and seeking peace in my earthly life.
I constantly build up, and then tear down, and keep moving just to prove I can.
I care too much, I care too little — anything to avoid being mistaken for a mere stone-faced rock.
I’m always aware everlasting stillness will come soon enough, indeed much too soon, in the grave, in the forever fate of stone disintegrating to dust.
Yet even rocks fail to stay rooted in place; the earth heaves them up from the depths, they are washed away with the waves, moved at the mercy of the tide or the soil, landing somewhere new and unfamiliar only to be temporarily stilled, before they are shifted once again.
Let my peace become stone-like, to be picked up and moved where He wills, to settle where I am placed until the time comes to be moved again.
Let my peace be in the knowledge that God alone moves pebbles and mountains, not I.
And so I cry out as even stones cannot remain silent in the presence of the Living God.
Even among the rocks…
Even among the rocks.