Into A Single Cloth

My heart is so full. I am finding more and more of the beauty that my brokenness and pain have created.

As things fall into place, I find reason. As beauty comes into my life, I find blessing. As my brokenness leaves me open, I find more room in my heart for love and for personal growth.

I realize how small minded I was, and still am. Pride has a way of laying you low and fear has a way of holding you captive; but, at the end of your rope you don’t have the luxury of either. Only then can the free fall begin. A FREE fall; to push you outside of your comfort zone, past the pain, and into freedom.

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads of her life, and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth — it’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall and clears it for a different celebration

where the one guest is you.
In the softness of evening
it’s you she receives.

You are the partner of her loneliness,
the unspeaking center of her monologues. With each disclosure you encompass more and she stretches beyond what limits her, to hold you.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

(Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

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