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.
Thursday, October 6, 2016
Friends
“This is the kind of Friend You are -
Without making me realize
My soul's anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful hands.”
Hafiz
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O sacred one you are that friend
Who meets me where I am
With all my messes
And all my fear
All my failure
And all my regret
And loves me
Unconditionally
Wrapping me in your love
Cleansing me whiter than snow
Bearing my burdens as your burdens
Thank you for such love
And for sending special servants
Who also do your work
Lifting me up
And carrying my heavy heart
In gentle hands
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