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.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
The Soft Heart
Tilled ground the soft heart
and words like these the seeds
and words like these the water,
and words like these a sun
Hafiz
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spring comes
and spring goes
one day the promise of green
the next
white and gray
with wind and snow
the ground is hard
still frozen
from the travails of winter
nothing can penetrate
not even
the life giving water of spring
so the seeds
hiding beneath the surface
the blooms that will brighten the world
are held
tightly
as by a vice
by dry frozen hardness
ah for soft earth
where the gifts from heaven can enter in
and the promise
of life and joy can emerge
ah
for a soft heart
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