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And every common bush afire with God;
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Thursday, July 16, 2015

Yield something of God

We should lean against each other more
In such a strange world as this
That can make you scared
And even believe in that life called death

We should support each other
Give more warmth
In such a demanding world as this

Let all movement
Gently yield something of God
                                                                Hafiz, The Gift, Ladinsky Trans. P. 265
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words of hate
scream from the computer
the television screen

people with anger
twisting their faces
spout fear

God hates you
The world is coming to an end
Satan is going to get you
There is a war against (whatever you happen to believe in or value)
“They” are going to destroy all you hold dear (whomever “they” are)

run
hide
protect
reject
exclude
destroy
it must be time for another “war” on something, or someone

or????

we could
just maybe
perhaps
breathe
connect with Sacred Presence

stop running
stop hiding
stop protecting
and rejecting and excluding

stop fearing
stop hating

perhaps we can
trust
love
accept
find community
and yield in our lives
something
of
God

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