By the rivers of Babylon—
there we sat down and there we wept
when we remembered Zion.
—Psalm 137.1
Mourning the world
we had hoped to live in,
we do not surrender our sorrow
but give thanks for it,
knowing our grief is the soil
where seeds of deep joy are rooted.
We release our dreams
to the Love that hopes all things,
trusting the mystery of grace
shall make all things well.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net