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, September 25, 2016
Broken Open
“I tell you this
to break your heart,
by which I mean only
that it break open and never close again
to the rest of the world.”
― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2
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The Sacred wants to break our hearts
Break them open
With Sacred love
Break them open
So that we might be touched
By all that is around
Only when our hearts are broken
Can we feel the pain and despair
Of the poor,
The homeless, the rejected
The shamed
The oppressed
The minimized
Only when our hearts are broken
Can we be moved to act with compassion
With generosity
Only then will we dare fight against injustice
And reject bigotry
And only when our hearts are broken
Can we find true joy
Only they can we truly love
For only when are hearts are broken
Can they be healed
And only then
Can we be
whole
for when our hearts are broken
all the world
not just its pain but its beauty
all the world
can enter in
and fill that empty longing space
and the Sacred One
too
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