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.
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Our one job
“Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire
whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is
nobody's business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself
will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy.”
― Thomas Merton
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O Beloved
it is cold outside
a wasteland
that is stilled
by the magnitude of its
frozen nature
even that which normally
bends
and moves
is stiff and brittle
O Beloved
do not allow my heart to become
such a place
where, frigid,
love cannot flourish and grow
this day may I simply love
may I radiate
compassion
and may those I meet
unfold and bloom
in the warmth
of Your sacred affection
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