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Friday, March 7, 2025

Troubled

Troubled?

Then stay with me, for I am not…

 

Write all that worries you on a piece of parchment;

offer it to God.

Even from the distance of a millennium.

 

I can lean the flame in my heart

into your life

 

and turn

all that frightens you

into holy

incense

ash.

                     Hafiz trans. By Daniel Ladinsky

______________________________

 

 

Troubled?

Oh yes, I am

With the mind racing

heart pounding

gut-wrenching fear

 

that comes in hospital wards

as the word cancer is

whispered

 

with that anxiety that comes

from watching helpless

as the beloved fade

weaken

die

 

There is so much to fear

illness and decline

malign powers

that tear apart the fabric of empathy

and drown compassion

 

a pervasive greed that

never experiences

enough

 

but devours all

and still remains unsated

 

there is nothing one can do

but lean

into the divine

allowing it to embrace

and hold

 

comfort

restore

 

allowing it to burn away

the chaff

of fear, anger, hate, prejudice

all

that destroys love

 

lean until the warmth

of embrace

 empowers

 

not with the malign power

of evil, for some power is evil

 

but with the power

that comforts

and restores

 

Ah, may we be devoured

by love

may Sacred kindle us

until we flame out

shining

 

until our hearts are no longer troubled

and our lives become

an offering

 

a sacrifice

pleasing to God

 

the presence

of love

transforming

all

 

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