When Big Men Weep

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"Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.  Without them humanity cannot survive."

~ Dalai Lama

It is a true expedition of the heart when big men weep

for walls are broken and lines of hate vanish when hearts open wide

humanity's song is a cry that echoes loudly

in a place large with solace where camaraderie of the spirit is found

it is not a luxury but an utter need to connect and feel

a need held by the eccentric the fool and the wise

we are human we reach out

we fall alone

yet together

we rise.

The Truest Gifts

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Love cures people—both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

 ~Karl Menninger

It is in the giving of true love and refuge 

that we receive it at its softest core.

It folds back like a large soft blanket

and warms the original giver once more.

You cannot truly give it and not in turn

truly reap it's truest gift

for giving and receiving in some ways

are strongly connected at the hip.

Giving is receiving and receiving is giving....that is how it seems it can be sometimes to me.  When we learn to give graciously and we learn to receive graciously; we learn something about true gifts and giving back and how they are in so many ways connected.  If you know anyone that is deeply involved in the process of recovery of AA, CR, or NA, then you have seen someone that is in the process of consistently giving back to others.  The wonderful truth of it is this:  the act of giving of oneself is a very rewarding thing.  Having said that, I would like to share a story from when I was 11 years old:

My father had just married my new step mother, and we were driving home from a long day out.  It was dark and I was very tired dozing off in the car in between them in the front seat.  My step mother graciously laid my head upon her lap so that I could rest for the remainder of the trip.  I still member it like it was yesterday.  I held my head slightly hovered at her lap, and never truly let my head rest upon her legs.  Looking back, I am not sure why I could not relax and receive her gift of comfort.  It was a sweet gesture that no one else had ever offered before, and I guess I just did not know how to receive it completely.  I realize now, that it was a gracious gift that I missed out on affecting her as well as me, and it is a good example of how giving and receiving are truly connected at the hip.  

There Are No Words

"Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect.  The wisest know nothing."  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson



In respect of the traumatic events on Friday, I simply have no words.  The only words I have to offer are prayers coming from my heart for all the families in grief.

The Callused Knees of Mercy,

The open arms of humility can build a mighty bridge

and reaching hands hold hope

that they shall surely give

but you cannot reach a hardened heart

with the calused hands  from condemnation's workings

for it can only be touched by the callused knees of mercy.

Sharing with lovley Emily at Imperfect Prose

Broken

One Shot Poetry

Some things when they fall they shatter and seem beyond repair

while others seem to brace the fall but invisibly they are impaired

a heart can see another's fall and then itself break in two

but tears like glistening diamonds will fall and make it new

God bless the heart that is broken for another's pain it has truly felt and seen

but God help the heart that will not break for it is surely broken indeed.

Consider This.....

Imperfect Prose with Emily take a look you will be blessed.

In a perfect world, would there be an absence of mercy, grace, and compassion, for they were no longer a necessity?.......

Or possibly would it be a perfect world because they were in abundance?