The more we open our eyes,
the more the heart breaks.
Still, the invitation to open our eyes,
to choose to live broken heartedly,
as on this day when I hear again
of the greed and cruelty of humans
and the heart breaks and breaks
and I feel how it is in the breaking
the heart stays open.
On the windowsill, the amaryllis
has opened two enormous blooms of red
and I am so rich with the gift of it,
as if this one flower is teaching the heart
how to unfurl its lush petals
as it moves from tight bud
to spaciousness, dusting
the world around it with gold.
Rosemerry
Wahtola Trommer
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I want to close my eyes
squeeze them tight and hope it all goes away
ah, if I could close off all my senses
so I do not have to smell the foul stench of burning homes
or hear the cries of the detained and deported
see the violence and injustice
taste the bitter draught of hate
it is an assault
my soul is abused
and I want to curl up, tightly
fingers in my ears
eyes shut
muttering muttering muttering
no, no, no, no, no, no
but there is work to do
people to be helped
words to be spoken
I am called to unfurl
to stand
and shine brightly
like the One who came
who saw, experienced, and felt it all
and yet
kept his heart open
and had his body broken open and his blood poured out
by the malign forces of this world
I must stay broken open
the light leaking out of my cracked soul
opposing, resisting as best I can
the darkness of fear
the coldness of enmity
may I be rich
in love
may I be sanctuary
compassion, mercy
and blessing
may I, like a fragile ray of sun
filtered by the trees,
dust the world around me
with the light
of Sacred love
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