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.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Sacred Speak
There is a voice that doesn’t use words.
Listen.
~
Rumi
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the Sacred speaks all the time
ah
we may not hear
for we humans seem to be hearing impaired
but the still
the Sacred speaks
the divine words
waft around us
a cacophony of
laughter and song
drifting on the morning breeze
riding the rays of the new born sun
dripping richly onto the
earth in the melting snow
can you hear it ?
that voice?
there it was
just for a moment
lurking in the laughter of a grandchild
the purr of a kitten
the smile of friend
the touch of a loved one
there is a voice that doesn’t use words
listen
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