Short Poem by Rumi

July 9, 2015 § Leave a comment

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,

                                 Be all.

Worlds dissolve

     into your stainless endless radiance,

Frail living leaves burn

     with your brighter than cold stares

Make me your servant, your breath, your core.



The Finding

June 11, 2015 § Leave a comment

Now have I seen Thee and found Thee,
For Thou hast found Thy sheep;
I fled, but Thy love would follow–
I strayed, but Thy grace would keep.
Thou hast granted my heart’s desire–
Most blest of the blessed is he
Who findeth no rest and no sweetness
Till he rests, O Lord, in Thee.


O Lord, Thou seest, Thou knowest,
That to none my heart can tell
The joy and the love and the sorrow,
The tale that my heart knows well.
But to Thee, O my God, I can tell it–
To Thee, and to Thee, Lord, alone;
For Thy heart my heart hath a language,
For other hearts it hath none.


In the wide world, speechless and lonely,
For me is no heart but Thine;
Lord, since I must love Thee only,
Oh reveal Thy heart to mine.
“Wouldst thou know My glory, beloved?
Know Me, the great I AM?
First must thine eyes behold Me,
The slain and the stricken Lamb.


“My visage so marred more than any,
My form than the sons of men;
Yet to the heart I have won Me,
I am the fairest then.
Thou knowest the sun by his glory–
Thou knowest the rose by her breath,
Thou knowest the fire by its glowing–
Thou knowest My love by death.


“Wouldst thou know in My great creation
Where the rays of My glory meet?
Where to My awful righteousness
The kiss of My peace is sweet?
Where shine forth the wisdom and wonder
Of God’s everlasting plan?
Behold on the cross of dishonour
A cursed and a dying Man.”

Henry Suso (1295-1366)


May 29, 2015 § Leave a comment

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,

Guilty of dust and sin.

But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack

From my first entrance in,

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning

If I lacked anything.


“A guest,” I answered, “worthy to be here”:

Love said, “You shall be he.”

“I, the unkind, ungrateful?  Ah, my dear,

I cannot look on thee.”

Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,

“Who made the eyes but I?”

“Truth, Lord; but I have marred them: let my shame

Go where it doth deserve.”

“And know you not,” said Love, “who bore the blame?”

“My dear, then I will serve.”

“You must sit down,” said Love, “and taste my meat.”

So I did sit and eat.

George Herbert (1593-1633)

Evening Falls

May 24, 2015 § Leave a comment

When the evening falls and the daylight is fading,

     from within me calls

     could it be I am sleeping?

For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely

     close to home – I cannot say.

Close to home feeling so far away.


As I walk there before me,

     a shadow from another world

     where no other can follow.

Carry me to my own, to where I can cross over

     close to home – I cannot say.

Close to home feeling so far away.


Forever searching; never right, I am lost

     in oceans of night.

Forever hoping I can find memories.

Those memories I left behind.


Even though I leave will I go on believing,

     that this time is real

     am I lost in this feeling?

Like a child passing through, never knowing the


I am home – I know the way.

I am home – feeling oh, so far away.

by: Enya/Roma Ryan


The Soul’s Over-Ardent Love

March 24, 2015 § Leave a comment

Love, that art Charity,
Why has Thou hurt me so?
My heart is smote in two,
And burns with ardent love,
Glowing and flaming; refuge finding none,
My heart is fettered fast, it cannot flee;
It is consumed, like wax set in the sun;
Living, yet dying, swooning passionately,
It prays for strength a little way to run,
Yet in this furnace must it bide and be:
Where am I led, ah me!

I once could speak, but now my lips are dumb;
My eyes are blind, although I once could see:
In this abyss my soul is stark and numb,
Silent I speak; cling, yet am held by Thee:
Falling, I rise; I go, and yet I come;
Pursue, and am pursued; I am bound yet free;
O Love that whelmeth me!
Maddened I cry:
‘Why must I die,
They fiery strength to prove?’

Love, Love, of naught but Love my tongue can sing,
Thy wounded Hand hath pierced my heart so deep:
Love, Love, with Thee made one, to Thee I cling,
Upon Thy breast, let me sleep;
Love, Love, with Love my heart is perishing;
Love, like an Eagle snatching me Thy sleep,
For Thee I swoon, I weep,
Love, let me be,
By courtesy,
Thine own in death. . .

Jacopone da Todi, 1230 – 25 December 1306

God Speaks to the Soul

March 12, 2015 § Leave a comment

And God said to the soul:

I desired you before the world began.

I desire you now

As you desire me.

And where the desires of two come together

There love is perfected



Lord, you are my lover,

My longing,

My flowing stream,

My sun,

And I am your reflection.



It is my nature that makes me love you often,

For I am love itself.

It is my longing that makes me love you intensely,

For I yearn to be loved from the heart.

It is my eternity that makes me love you long,

For I have no end.


Mechthild of Magdeburg, 1207-1282


October 27, 2014 § Leave a comment

“Knock, And He’ll open the door
Vanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He’ll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.”


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