Rain pounds down outside, unrelenting, gushing
grateful.
Wind bleating, beating.
The trees with all their wet, sky kisses from heaven, the lake of Goodness.
For all that pertains to Love and Compassion, it surely comes from somewhere Good and True. And I carry a small spark of it within me...I believe, so do you.
From place to place, shining my light, being the light, doing my best: in the supermarket, the gas station, down the street in my car. I reach for a daily armor of love- my smiling eyes and glowing heart, hoping they might brighten another's day, illuminate another's aching heart.
We all have flowers to tend in the garden of our souls.
Outside the rain is letting up, the kisses and the tears are slowing. Sometimes love aches and still we try.
God bless us, those who keep trying, who stay open, never closing up.
We can choose better next time, but we must never close up. For we are the true lovers in this world, and the world always will need us.
To feel the pain and the sting,
the bitter broken wings of love’s failed flight,
Oh to feel despair and be made into
a puddle of Heavens tears.
Then when the sun comes out again, to open our petals back up, reaching out into the golden,
saying YES WORLD, I AM ALIVE! I am still in love.
With whom or what or when it was lost, Phhffhhh!
That no longer matters.
Because I am in love with life, with the beauty and the wonder and the possibility.
The love I gave before is only lost if I shut down.
But I won’t, because I can’t, because that love, it was MINE ALL ALONG.
That bounty, that sublime ease of loving hugely without reins, that was mine.
It IS mine.
And I can give it fiercely, freely once again, to myself, to the beautiful wind and the glorious sky that cries tears in sync when I do, and loses Itself in the moment.
It is a choice.
And I own that openness like the way I own my choices, the depth to which I love, is the depth to which I can ache.
Here I am, fully alive.
This capacity, it is my greatest power. It is YOUR greatest power, too.
In the deepest heart of hearts, the tenderest most delicate parts
Require sweetness, gentle tending to.
Just like a child, or a lover, like the most delicate flower. That is you.
So be gentle with yourselves dear Lovers of this world,
Soothe your weary spirits, wrap your hearts in a canopy of heaven's tears, soft and tender, for heaven cries for your pain too.
But do not remain in the ache! This is important!
For there is love still to make, hearts to illuminate, smiles to share, the sun yearns to shine on your face, the birds will call your name in the sweet morning song once again. I know this.
When your tears have dried, unfurl your wings and fly.
Lovers of the world, united by light!