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.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
The Cry of the Heart
The
Heart is right to cry
Even when the
smallest drop of light
Of love
Is taken away
Perhaps you may kick,
moan, scream
In a dignified
Silence
But you are so right
To do so in any
fashion
Until God returns
To
You
Hafiz
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the heart
cannot help but cry
when Sacred love
seems absent
it screams
most oft
in dignified silence
this cry of the heart
rending and tearing
the fabric of the
soul
hidden behind
every day tasks
and genial exchanges
with people similarly
torn
is the Sacred gone?
absent
no
the Sacred is always
within
patiently waiting for
us
to stop our
desperate protests
and notice
that she
had never
left
and taste
the smallest drop
of
love
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