Our clothes get worse for
the wear, and so do our souls.
The trees and flowers lose their bloom
in the midst of large cities,
and become sickly and easily die;
and become sickly and easily die;
so the
spirit becomes tainted with the atmosphere around it -
often indeed, it
falls into serious disorder with complications.
What hubbub, what
warfare, what tumult it has to live in!
Who shall stand unscathed,
loyal to faith and generous self-sacrificing love in the midst of it?
loyal to faith and generous self-sacrificing love in the midst of it?
Men of business, in the forge and working-house of thought,
get away to
the pure air of the country to recoup their powers.
Must we not do
likewise - get out of the turmoil of life,
and enjoy the spiritual
atmosphere of the retreat,
to restore and renew our spiritual life and
vigour?'
Thanks for the thoughtful reflection.
ReplyDeleteI love the meditations of 'A Religious' - whoever he or she was! Thanks so much.
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