Saturday, August 30, 2014


Al Qadar:  Holding the Center

You said it felt like a hurricane,
like folding your arms around the Beloved
and then having it all ripped away,
sheeting rain,
punishing wind,
and something in you that loves
beaches and water and sky
But don’t you see now?
The eye of the storm is passing overhead
a shaft of light on your upturned face.
Grace could not be grace without
our cries to heaven.
Brace for the next bands,
they will come as long as you are alive,
but don’t miss the deep floating stillness
when everything familiar has been wiped away
and the beach is littered with treasure from the Deep.


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