This is the kind of Friend you are:
Without making me realize my soul’s anguished history,
you slip into my house at night and,
while I am sleeping,
you silently carry off all my suffering
and sordid past in your beautiful
hands
Hafiz
_________________________________________
O Sacred One
O God
My God
It is all pretty simple isn’t it?
The answer to everything
to sleepless nights
to torturous thoughts
to fear
to anger
the answer to
the oppression
and emptiness within
the secret to calm
and hope
and joy
is placing ourselves
in your loving hands
and letting You do
Your
Thing
So why do I try to make it all
So much
About
Me?
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