Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“Use even this sadness to carve out spaces in our souls where still greater repositories of holy affection might be held, unto the end that we might better love, in times of absence and in times of presence alike.” (Every Moment Holy)
From my heart:
You have a spacious soul, beloved one.
Made so by my hewing, the carve of life, with strong hands and rough yet precise fingers, the skilled carving of life.
Soak in oil, anointed one.
Lest you crack when carved.
Let me buff your edges, human one.
You are loved, always and regardless.
And if that is enough, then bask in it and let be.
But if you wish, as well, let me make you useful and refine you to serve this world with love.
