Laid to rest,
The sea-sheets rustling
Over the treasure trove,
Jeweled-eyes closed with
An iron clasp, secret
Heart muted in fathoms,
With pearls buttoned to
The chin, can’t hide within
True love and longing
Made pure through the separate
Peace of salt-wrung misery.
Mine the fingers that speak
Through beads upon the string;
Mine the lips that whisper
Lovely words upon the air like roses.
frances snoot
Prefect:
“O, God, author of every mercy and of all goodness, who in fasting, prayer, and almsgiving have shown us a remedy for sin, look graciously on this confession of our lowliness, that we, who are bowed down by our conscience, may always be lifted up by your mercy.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God forever and ever, Amen.”
Mother, Mine
Laid to rest,
The sea-sheets rustling
Over the treasure trove,
Jeweled-eyes closed with
An iron clasp, secret
Heart muted in fathoms,
With pearls buttoned to
The chin, can’t hide within
True love and longing
Made pure through the separate
Peace of salt-wrung misery.
Mine the fingers that speak
Through beads upon the string;
Mine the lips that whisper
Lovely words upon the air like roses.
Prefect:
“O, God, author of every mercy and of all goodness, who in fasting, prayer, and almsgiving have shown us a remedy for sin, look graciously on this confession of our lowliness, that we, who are bowed down by our conscience, may always be lifted up by your mercy.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God forever and ever, Amen.”