Note to Readers: “Meditations in
Fast Times” is a devotional writing experiment for the Season of Lent. Each day
during the season, I am writing a poem as a meditation on, taking as my
inspiration and intertextual basis, T.S. Eliot’s “Four Quartets”, as
well as incorporating the daily office, current events, and other readings—some
the same as those Eliot used while composing his seminal work and others.
The Lord GOD set a seal
Upon this, my trembling heart;
Beneath such healing hands, I feel
Compassion and love—the Healer's art
—Resolving this turmoil and tangle apart.
Upon this, my trembling heart;
Beneath such healing hands, I feel
Compassion and love—the Healer's art
—Resolving this turmoil and tangle apart.
Healed from confusion back to ease
By the touch of this Master Nurse
Whose constant care is to bring release,
From those bitter dreams that threaten to curse,
And to insure our sickness not grow worse;
By the touch of this Master Nurse
Whose constant care is to bring release,
From those bitter dreams that threaten to curse,
And to insure our sickness not grow worse;
We realize the earth is our hospital,
Fostered by the careless billionaire,
Who would prefer it if we take ill and fall,
To succumb to an expensive paternal care
That persist in costing the highest fees anywhere.
Fostered by the careless billionaire,
Who would prefer it if we take ill and fall,
To succumb to an expensive paternal care
That persist in costing the highest fees anywhere.
Warmth ascends from feet to heart,
The healed soul, moved by gratitude, inspires
Those who seek better ways and art
Than what the billionaire’s business requires,
Adding to the ranks of the healthy by building tuneful choirs.
The healed soul, moved by gratitude, inspires
Those who seek better ways and art
Than what the billionaire’s business requires,
Adding to the ranks of the healthy by building tuneful choirs.
Wine, mixed with fresh water, to drink,
Organic produce and homemade bread for food,
In spite all we have been told to think,
We are more sound, and more enhanced is our mood
—But we are more aware now, how dis-ease is brewed.
Organic produce and homemade bread for food,
In spite all we have been told to think,
We are more sound, and more enhanced is our mood
—But we are more aware now, how dis-ease is brewed.
© 2014 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen
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