A Poet Reflects

“When an apprentice gets hurt, or complains of being tired, the workmen and peasants have this fine expression: ‘It is the trade entering his [or her] body.’  Each time that we have some pain to go through, we can say to ourselves quite truly that it is the universe, the order and beauty of the world, and the obedience of creation to God that are entering our body.  After that, how can we fail to bless with tenderest gratitude the Love that sends us this gift.”

—Simone Weil