Wednesday, 8. December 2004
A Poem after Kabir
You, my friend, spend
The hours clicking
Beads of that word rosary
Round and round
Hoping for salvation.
Praise instead the Hand Which keeps this Universal Rosary in motion:
Blood streaming in and out of our poor hearts. Night and day. Seasons circling over and over This beautiful earth.
Yes! Taste the wine that drips from that hand, Yes! Step into the rain, and enter grace!
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