Everything that was broken hasforgotten its brokenness. I livenow in a sky-house, through everywindow the sun. Also your presence.Our touching, our stories. Earthlyand holy both. How can this be, butit is. Every day has something init whose name is forever.
A poem by CP Cavafy about life as a journey, not a destination. translated by Edmund Keeley As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like that …
Don’t be afraid of the falling, The breaking apart, The fear they’ll be nothing left. The letting go of chains And the stepping out of the cage you thought would keep you safe. Let it happen. The loss, the grief, The reality of your past that engulfs and drowns you. …
Poem by Derek Walcott The time will comewhen with elation, you will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was yourselfGive wine. Give bread. Give back your …
Do you see it? That ember glows on the horizonthe flicker of courage risingthe quaking shadowsof dry bones being invited to live. Do you feel it? The fierce wave of hearts burningthe multitude of souls yearningbegging for a wildfire of graceto spread across a desperate world. Do you hear it? …
