As the fever of day calms towards twilight
May all that is strained in us come to ease.
We pray for all who suffered violence today,
May an unexpected serenity surprise them.
For those who risk their lives each day for peace,
May their hearts glimpse providence at the heart of history.
That those who make riches from violence and war
Might hear in their dreams the cries of the lost.
That we might see through our fear of each other
A new vision to heal our fatal attraction to aggression.
That those who enjoy the privilege of peace
Might not forget their tormented brothers and sisters.
That the wolf might lie down with the lamb,
That our swords be beaten into ploughshares
And no hurt or harm be done
Anywhere along the holy mountain.
From his book, Benedictus
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And come the dawn,
how slow and easy the Sun-beams
Long legs of a great crab,
move through the sea of mist.
~ Takarai Kikaku (1661-1707), Haiku in Mad in Translation by Robin D. Gill
thank you, David Kanigan
Photo: 6:06 am. 60° F. Low tide. Weed Ave Stamford, CT.
Caregiving often calls us to lean into love we didn’t know possible.
I send this out tonight in gratitude for the caregivers among us, some visible to the eye and some who remain unseen and unknown. Through their hands our Love is extended in times when we cannot be present.
So many people have experienced this surrender of care, as we live in the time of invisible viruses. Throughout this country and around the world people are depending on the compassion and acute attention of caregivers. We remain separated yet those who attend to our loved ones are the bridge between us, the connection that binds us together.
May they know our respect and gratitude in this most unusual time — and always. May they be protected, while enveloped in the mist of this sickness. May we continue to find ways to honor their work in our thoughts and our deeds.
Quote: Tia Walker
Photo: Matheus Ferrero
Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness…because in the last analysis all moments are key moments and life itself is grace.
Quote: Frederick Buechner.