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.
Monday, October 9, 2017
If love is shattered
I cannot think that the Beloved Friend,
Who made the world so fair, should choose
to rent ....
this lovely curtain of .... the night and day, ...
Nor break ....unless some day
He means .... to mend. "
- Omar Khayyam ( from: Rubaiyyat )
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how can we not believe
when we see the sunrise sunset
the colors
bright and muted
orange and green
shadow and brilliance
how can we not believe
as we listen to the birds sing
and the music of the water
that the Sacred is anything but Love
or that the sacred rends
if the fabric of creation
is torn
if love is shattered
that is on us
with our fear and greed
our ego needs for power
and how can we not believe
that as we do our worst
the Sacred seeks what is best
and works within each heart
and soul
to repair and heal
that we might then
as well
repair and heal
that which we have broken and wounded
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