The Loving Hands

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

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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?