Saturday, March 8, 2014

meditative therapy

Meditative Therapy

You bare Your soul to me 
in so many guises.
Through their suffering there is Your light
which enters my heart
and reflects back upon and into You
and into whose-ever form you bring to the door.
You through them.
Them through You.

In their voices I find Your face.
I'm so grateful for this way of love
expressed in tears
in anguish
in fear and uncertainty

and in holding.

A forest of pine
in a snow covered range
resolves the wind.
From a hushed falling of silence and listening
wait and watch the offering boughs
So that a song bird can some day land
So that a song bird can some day fly...