I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Holding Hands
Out
Of a great need
We are all holding hands
And climbing.
Not loving is a letting go.
Listen,
The terrain around here
Is
Far too
Dangerous
For
That.
Hafiz
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the road is not always smooth
not all paths lead
to places of beauty or comfort
we slip and slide through life
navigating a tortured terrain
marred by death
and illness
bad choices and failure
O there is beauty too
moments that take our breath away and make our hearts sing
how powerful
in moments of sadness or of joy
to reach out
and find a hand to hold
to find love
both Sacred and human
in this life
we should all
be holding hands
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