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day 19: for sanctuary

I am making a home inside myself. A shelterof kindness where everythingis forgiven, everything allowed—a quiet patchof sunlight to stretch out without hurry,where all that has been banishedand buried is welcomed, spoken, listened to—released. A fiercely friendly place I can claim as my very own. I am throwing arms opento the whole of myself—especially theContinue reading “day 19: for sanctuary”

whole: day 23

Of all that God has shown me I can speak just the smallest word, Not more than a honey bee Takes on his foot From an overspilling jar. Mechtild of Magdeburg I wonder if I have to be dead before I can see the whole of God?  It isn’t unusual to hear people say ofContinue reading “whole: day 23”

whole: day 22

Though I have never caught the word Of God from any calling bird, I hear all that the ancients heard. Though I have seen no deity Enter or leave a twilit tree, I see all that the seers see. A common stone can still reveal Something not stone, not seen, yet real. What may aContinue reading “whole: day 22”