Friday, July 17, 2015
May Sacred Wind Blow
I look for one simple and open enough
to see the Friend, not an intelligence
weighing several perspectives.
I want an empty shell to hold this pearl, not
a stone who pretends to have a secret
center, when the surface is all through.
I want one who can quit seeing himself,
fill with God and, instead of being
irritated by interruption and daily
resentments, feel those as kindness.
"I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through."
I see so much
white knuckle faith
trodding carefully through life
hearts bolted and padlocked
God safely tucked away
somewhere deep within their souls
no thing can get in
the world with its hunger and needed
bounces off them
as they trod, trod, trod
nothing gets out
not Sacred love
may Sacred wind blow
may we be
filled by Sacred Presence
may we be
may the hurt of the world get in
and be transformed into compassion
may we leak Sacred love
the instruments through whom