Heart, I implore you,
it's time to come back from the dark,
it's morning, the hill are pink
and the roses whatever they felt
in the valley of night
are opening now
their soft dresses, their leaves
are shining. Why are you laggard?
Sure you have seen this a thousand times,
which isn't half enough. Let the world
have its way with you, luminous as it is
with mystery and pain-
graced as it is with the ordinary.
It is quite dark now. Election day has passed and soon I'll pick up the paper and wonder if we can ever have the kind of discourse that will bring peace and flourishing to our communities of mixed species. Compounding this I am reading a novel about the Columbine High School shootings. I wonder how we can move from blame and darkness when there is so much pain? My prayer in the graying dawn is for my heart to not give up and to stay engaged instead of painting the world with a brush laden with opaque and dull thoughts. I know of no way to guarantee the course of the heart in a day - except to give into the day where there will always be shadows and always be something illuminated, with a smile shining through it.
How has the ordinary graced your life?