Ash Wednesday

So this is my favorite religious holiday and I couldn't make it out to get my ashes due to weather and roads. In lieu of all that, here's the last stanza of T.S. Eliot's poem about this day:

Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
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
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated 

And let my cry come unto Thee.