Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.
Don't open the door to the study and begin reading.
Take down the dulcimer.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
Don't open the door to the study and begin reading.
Take down the dulcimer.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
Rumi
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This poem is steeped in sorrow - and hope. God bless you.
ReplyDeletewow. i love this. i think it's talking to me..
ReplyDeleteKristin, I believe it is talking to you too.
ReplyDeleteBennett thank you.