Last verse of "Ash Wednesday," T. S. Eliot

Blessèd 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.




This verse has never failed to console me, even though I chafe a bit at the upper case possessive.  The photo is of a Japanese woodblock from 1916, titled "Spirit of the Sea."