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, January 19, 2017
Reading the secret history
If we could read the secret history
Of those we would like to punish
We would find in each life a sorrow and suffering
Enough to disarm all our hostility
Hendry
Wadsworth Longfellow
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I often say
In my most irascible moment
when another has irritated me
even pushed me toward the edge of that abyss called anger
or even hate
“how would I have to be feeling to act like that?”
How indeed
out of what fear, hurt, pain, loneliness
out of what woundedness
what aching needed
did that act of anger, or greed, or jealousy emerge?
It is only recently that I have learned
to ask that question of myself
where did that act come from that I abhor in myself?
where did those words
that behavior come from
out of what fear, hurt, pain, loneliness
did that arise
for only then can I greet that wounded part of me
and enfold it
embrace it
cover it with love
only then can healing
a reconciliation happen
with that irascible
and difficult
me
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