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.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Touching Gently
It is not the perfect
But the imperfect
That is in need of our love
Oscar
Wilde (as quoted by Jack Kornfield in Path with a Heart, p.44)
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there is imperfection everywhere
I know you are surprised
but it is so
how can they be such a mess?
how can I be such a mess?
and those flaws
those weaknesses
those differences
(for often what we see as imperfection is really merely a
difference)
irritate me
sometimes
I even hate them
and I would shun or destroy
I would purge
and yet
the way of healing demands
love
only when I touch those marred spots
with compassion and gentleness
can they be healed
and transformed
in love the imperfection is changed
perhaps truly transformed
perhaps transformed in my perception
(for sometimes the flaw is in the seeing)
O Lord give me love
for the dented and scratched
parts of my self
and the marred aspects of others
let me touch them gently
with the loving hand
of a restorer
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