Holy Tuesday

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent,
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.

O my people, what have I done unto thee.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.
Not on the sea or on the islands, not
On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land.
For those who walk in darkness
Both in the day time and in the night time
The right time and the right place are not here,
No place of grace for those who avoid the face
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice.
.......
O my people, what have I done unto thee.


From Ash Wednesday by T. S. Eliot