“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.” ~Aeschylus, Agamemnon
I wish for you,
all that is good for the coming year.
Laughter and a lighter heart
if your burden has become too heavy.
Clarity of thought
if pain has drowned out a sense of balance.
Healing for that part of you that has been injured
too deeply to put into words.
Wisdom to understand the difference between true suffering
and the too often pain which we experience
through our own false imaging.
I wish for you a gentler embrace
if you have been too harsh
with yourself as well as others;
A kinder outlook on who and what you are in this world;
Recognition for the gifts and beauty
that lie within the center of your being;
Awareness of the futility and wasted energy
of comparing yourself to others;
placing them on too high of a pedestal,
yearning for their approval, and the fear of their disapproval.
I wish for you a desire to heal that which you may have injured,
Understanding the wisdom our universe possesses
to bring all things into balance.
The ability to free yourself of guilt and shame
that has chained you down for far too long,
To find a peaceful existence with yourself
and with as many as is possible.
I wish for you deeper friendships,
greater insight into the human heart,
and authentic, more meaningful connections.
Above all, I wish you Love! An abundance of it!
And despite the loneliness of existence
which each of us will feel at some time in our life,
I pray that you will always have an awareness of a greater purpose,
of a greater Being that will keep you, teach you,
and assist you along the path of life.
May you learn to trust in that.
May you learn to pray simply and sincerely.
And, may you be comforted and healed in your body,
your mind,
and in your spirit.
Happy New Year!
Viola
*Thank you to The Rising Bloggerfor their very generous and kind recognition for my site and this post. (www.therisingblogger.com)
I hear the fluttering wings of the dove
It has landed in a new place now.
Seeing, perhaps, the entire story
From far above that earth-bound house.
A gentle breeze has come to settle
Bringing with it sweet fragrance from above.
Tears of love can flow freely now -
Making tender the ground upon which we walk.
A gift it was to have been born
Human form – a rare gift indeed.
Lessons given have been etched deeply within,
Love’s eyes and hearts are ready to heal.
Into a new realm existence remains,
Far beyond the shadows of this earth.
Awareness expands, infinite understanding appears,
Perhaps bringing light to those that still seek.
Oh sacred solitude -
I return to be in your quiet presence. You shelter my privacy,
Within your bosom you embrace me -
I feel safe and all together at home.
Pensively I linger for a long time,
Allowing my thoughts to roam freely.
The clanking noisiness of life
Yields to the hushed silence of your entity,
Allowing freedom to unleash bountiful peace.
Fear and anxiety are like falling stars,
As the incense of my prayers accent,
Into the sacred solitude of my own heart.
Oh solitude, my sacred precious solitude,
You so eloquently speak comfort to me.
May you captivate my heart fully -
And may you teach me never to fear you,
But to love you even more intimately!
Oh, that silence! That which so intensifies my pain.
Silence drives me to search for a voice that brings comforting reassurance and understanding to a heart that cannot speak. A voice of one who knows the pain of too much love and too much brokenness. A voice of one who understands the human heart with all its potential for light and darkness. This voice I listen for will speak like a slow in-coming wave, with its powerful and majestic thunder-like peace.
It will say:
Speak and withhold nothing.
Speak clearly of that which lies so heavy upon your heart.
Speak, and I will listen, intently and thoughtfully.
Do not hold back, but speak – you who are like a broken arrow,
that you may once again pierce through the impossible.
That you may fly with precision and purpose through that infinite distance
for which you have been created.
Speak, though your chin may quiver as the forces are loosened and the dams are broken.
Speak, oh broken arrow, that you may land in that which has found its purpose in you.
Oh, let that deep wound heal now!
Let your weeping voice pour out;
Let each drop of those tears fill the hollow spaces that your wound has brought to light. May those spaces feel the warmth of your tears
As they penetrate through the driest barriers,
And let its salt become as a healing ointment, filling all empty spaces with understanding and love.
Speak!
Withhold not your deepest of thoughts.
For if you withhold even one thought,
it awaits again, in a silent reservoir
Filling it with your tears as your heart weeps once more,
For it has no place to go but deeper within you,
Making still deeper and wider those empty spaces.
Speak therefore!
Find your long-awaited peace!
Speak now.
