Beautiful Hands
This beautiful poem by Hafez, reminds me of how loving God is. That often He will so gently come in and help relieve us of our burdens. Too bad we cling to so many of them, even when we know they’re not good for us. And then there those that we (I) can’t even see that I have ANY attachment whatsoever…PLEASE, I don’t want that. How can You say I’m holding on to it (or some aspect of it)? That can’t be. Surely not!
Beautiful Hands
This is the kind of Friend
You are—
Without making me realize
My soul’s anguished history,
You slip into my house
And while I an sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful Hands.
- Hafez
The Subject Tonight is Love (translated by Daniel Ladinsky)
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Not ready to go "gently in to that good night?" Me neither! We have too much to offer the world to go into hiding! And every day offers new opportunities to come out of hiding and shine our lights.
