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“Prayer is our humble answer to the inconceivable surprise of living.”
~ Abraham Joshua Heschel
love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
--e.e. cummings
"Much has been said about the eternal and untouchable nature of love, its tidal ungovernable forces and its emergence from beyond the ordinary,
but love may find its fullest, most imagined and most courageous form when it leaves the abstractions and safety of the timeless, the eternal and the untouchable
to make its promises amidst the fears, vulnerabilities and disappearances of our difficult, touchable and time bound world.
To love and to witness love in the face of possible loss and to find the mystery of love's promise in the shadow of that loss, and in the shadow of our own inevitable disappearance may be where the eternal God of origins stands most in awe of the full consequences of our incarnation."
from November Thoughts
©David Whyte and Many Rivers Press
You are every image, yet I am homesick for you.
If light is in your heart,
you will find your way home.
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
--e.e. cummings
"Much has been said about the eternal and untouchable nature of love, its tidal ungovernable forces and its emergence from beyond the ordinary,
but love may find its fullest, most imagined and most courageous form when it leaves the abstractions and safety of the timeless, the eternal and the untouchable
to make its promises amidst the fears, vulnerabilities and disappearances of our difficult, touchable and time bound world.
To love and to witness love in the face of possible loss and to find the mystery of love's promise in the shadow of that loss, and in the shadow of our own inevitable disappearance may be where the eternal God of origins stands most in awe of the full consequences of our incarnation."
from November Thoughts
©David Whyte and Many Rivers Press
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
~ Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai A.D. 1050
You are every image, yet I am homesick for you.
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If light is in your heart,
you will find your way home.
~ Rumi
“A saint’s heart melts like butter.
No, it melts even more than
butter.
Butter only melts when you put it near the fire,
but a saint’s
heart melts
when anyone else’s heart comes near the fire.”
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