Contributed by ~liz Sorensen Wessel
Recently the events of my day, which sometimes accompany the onslaught of change, left me feeling ghostly alone and alienated. The accompanying sadness I experienced led me towards a disheartened retreat home. In an effort to avoid diving into a pool of sorrow; I took a step back to just notice my thoughts and assumptions.
Then I happened upon, Erie Chapman’s essay, “Gifts from the Sky” (2/9/12.) Each word and image floated as manna from heaven to nourish my soul. When one of us risks opening our heart to share of the pangs in life; we can all benefit.
The encouragement in “We have to try… Or maybe we don't” struck a resonating chord of recognition. In naming the discomfort, being present to our least desirable feelings, and knowing this too shall pass provides comfort. To share in our vulnerability, is to share Love.
Suddenly, I no longer felt separate and alone; for we are never alone.
A Crystal Rim
by -Hafiz
The Earth
Lifts its glass to the sun
And light — light 
Is poured.
A bird
Comes and sits on a crystal rim
And from my forest cave I
Hear singing.
So I run to the edge of existence
And join my soul in love.
I lift my heart to God
And grace is poured.
An emerald bird rises from inside me
And now sits
Upon the Beloved's
Glass.
I have left that dark cave forever.
My body has blended with His.
I lay my wing
As a bridge to you
So that you can join us
Singing.
Note:polyprint watercolor by~liz

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