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Elizabeth Browning



Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Let sacred power flow

Look at
The nature of a river
Its size, strength, and ability to give
Are often gauged by its width
And current.

God
Too moves between our poles, our depth.
He flows and gathers power between
Our heart’s range of
forgiveness and
compassion.
                                                Hafiz (The Gift, p.253)
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I watch the river flow
Fed by strangely warm rains
And melting snow
It rushes
Gurgling
At times roaring

Powerful
It wraps it strength around the boulders
Tumbling and rolling them before it

Eating away at the feeble banks
Which cannot contain

My eyes unfocused
I am lost
In the rolling waters

How I long for Sacred power to
Flow from my soul

Rushing forth
to carry before it
all pain and hurt
and erode all hate and fear

Gathering power
From the great values
Which give it focus
And strength
Forgiveness
And
compassion

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