God at the Door

Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly

Let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you as few human

Or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight has

Made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender.

my need of God absolutely  clear

                                                                 HAFIZ

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Some days are full

of plans and people

of things done

and undone

some days are a cacophony

a perfect storm

of busy-ness and chaos

filling my mind and soul

with a noise

so profound

sometimes

in the midst

a moment comes

just a moment

like the eye of the storm

and in that moment all those things

that I have urgently avoided

begin to sidle

gently or not so gently

in that space that is me

as unwanted thoughts

wander into the mind of one who

slowly awakes

and there I am

alone with myself

yearning for the company

of the

Sacred

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“Behold I stand at the door……..”