Jean-Francois Millet, The Angelus (1859) Musee d’Orsay
The Angelus bells rang and we stopped.
He plunged his fork into the hard earth
and I put down the basket of potatoes.
Three threes and a nine, they rang
and in the silence in between
there was nothing but the song of the birds.
Pour forth, we beseech thee, O Lord,
thy grace into our hearts
that we, to whom the incarnation of Christ, thy Son,
was made known by the message of an angel,
may by his passion and cross,
be brought to the glory of his resurrection.
A moment of respite
to stop and pray
to cease our daily toil
To remember who gave us this soil
for us to cherish
where we walk with respect
and go gently upon this earth.
Pour forth thy grace into our hearts,
that we who look for angels,
may be granted the strength
to care for your new creation
with love and humbleness
and an understanding
of the delicacy of nature
and grow with you