Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Say the name

Brigid remembers her mother.  Go read it.  And remember the song of life, and living, and being human.
Those unable to grieve,
or to speak of their love,
or to be grateful, those
who can't remember God
as the source of everything,

might be described as a vacant wind,
or a cold anvil, or a group
of frightened old people.

Say the Name. Moisten your tongue
with praise, and be the spring ground,
waking. Let your mouth be given
its gold-yellow stamen like the wild rose's.

As you fill with wisdom,
and your heart with love,
there's no more thirst.

There's only unselfed patience
waiting on the doorsill, a silence
which doesn't listen to advice
from people passing in the street.
- Sufi mystic Sanai
Brigid will never be described as a cold wind.  She remembers.

1 comment:

Albert A Rasch said...

B is one of the best!

Happy Holidays!
Best Regards,
Albert A Rasch
In Afghanistan™