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Tuesday, January 4, 2022

The cry of the heart

When you breathe into the pain of your losses, you detect the presence of a smoldering ember you thought had been snuffed out years ago.  But there it is, fragrant and warm.  If you blew on it now it would bursting into flame.  Longing.  Longing for God.

          Mirabai Starr

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our lives are filled with losses

some are superficial

the pain is glancing and quickly goes

 

some losses are more profound

a lost love

a lost dream

a lost career

 

the pain of these losses linger

and we carry their weight with us

left foot, right foot, left foot, breathe

 

doors are closed, but not locked

and other doors open

and we move on

 

but some losses

seem to devour us

the loss of hope

the loss of God

 

our disappointment burns

and we are reduced

to embers

 

lifeless

cold

 

we are still breathing

electricity still sparkles through our brain

our heart still beats

 

but the world is reduced to our losses

and thus our pain

 

wretched ones that we are, who can deliver us?!

 

we should not bother to look outside our own soul for the answer

there is no leader out there

no teacher, no guide

no lover

 

who can reignite us

 

only the wind

only the breath of the Spirit

blowing through our soul

 

only the fire of divine love

roaring

 

can bring us back to life

new creations

 

we do not need to go on a pilgrimage

to find the answer

it lies within

in the cry of our heart

for

God


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