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