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.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Our Hearts Burn
A special spark rises
from the sorrow of a burning heart.
Have you ever heard
how the sigh of a broken heart
touches the Beloved?”
― Rumi
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do not our hearts burn
as we read of brutality
and abuse?
do not our hearts burn
as we see the rich and powerful
abuse their riches and power
and oppress the poor?
do not our hearts burn
when people we love leave this life
and leave us
missing them?
lost love
lost hope
the sparks fly upward
to touch the heart of the Beloved
and shine
as many as the stars
are the sighs of the world
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