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, March 5, 2017
Hope
Do not be sad. For God sends hope in the darkest moments.
The heaviest rain comes from the darkest clouds.
Rumi
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The dark clouds of hate and prejudice gather
Fear and greed rule the day
Lies abound
Weapons of death are bought
At the cost of life giving services
It is the day of the small man
With the small heart
And tiny mind
Who sells selfishness
Like a beer vendor at a rodeo
It seems impossible of that which
Is good to survive
Compassion, generosity, equality
And yes, love
Seemed destined to die
Smothered by the darkness
And yet
Cadillac does an ad that moves the heart
About us “carrying one another”
Cadillac!
People take to the streets
And demonstrate for love
A nation wakes up and says
“this abomination is NOT us!”
It is not!
And grace comes down
Like rain on an early spring day
And hope
blossoms
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