Submitted by daniel.budd on Tue, 03/23/2010 - 5:59pm.
I called through your door,
"The mystics are gathering
in the street. Come out!"
"Leave me alone. I'm sick."
"I don't care if you're dead!"
Jesus is here, and he wants
to resurrect somebody!" (Rumi/Barks)
Submitted by daniel.budd on Thu, 03/18/2010 - 6:29pm.
Again, the season of Spring has come
and a spring-source rises under everything,
a moon sliding from the shadows. (Rumi/Barks)
The other night, as I left church,
the moon hung over the horizon to the west
holding a slender cup of the sun's light,
a glance of reflection from so far away,
and yet it cast a glow
that lit up my soul. (db)
