Dear ones beware
of the tiny gods frightened men
worship
Hafiz
Even
after
all this time
the Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look
what happens
with a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.
Hafiz
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Through the trees the rising sun
colors the sky
purple and orange
an ecstatic and profligate burst
of grace
most mornings
my feet would lead me toward the light
my eyes would feast and
my heart would sing
but on this morning
I sit
not frozen
worse
indifferent and dispirited
the soul, if it is awake,
does not handle evil well
it is assailed and battered by
the actions of little men (and women)
who destroy rather than build
conceal rather than reveal
grasp rather than give
those tiny souls who worship
tiny gods
of wealth and power
who worship those things made
by hands soiled with avarice and enmity
who plod through life resentful
whose hearts, and minds, and lips
mutter
“You owe me”
“Where, where is love? Does it fall from skies above”
(Oliver)
Where oh where is love
in this time of unraveling?
It is everywhere
It bursts froth in the brilliance of the sunrise
It is found the sun, glinting off the snow
In a kitten’s purr
It is found in a smile
the touch of a hand
a gentle word
Till the soil of my heart
O God
Break apart the hardened surface
the hard clumps of hostility and cynicism
the deep roots of despair
Do not let the tiny people with tiny gods
and shrunken hearts
and empty souls
rob me of hope and joy
O Beloved, you like the rising sun
can dispel the darkness
You can light up the world
I can do almost nothing
to dispel the great darkness
the cloud of betrayal
the sullen weight of resentment
that oozes down
from high places
But perhaps you can shine through me
Help me to stand
To speak
To love
do not let me cower in the dark
for a love like Yours
can light up the sky
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