Monday, 16 January 2012

Rooted in Love

These Tete a Tete daffs sit in a sunless window
adding their little flickers of sunny colour to the dining room.

My brother and niece brought them on their last visit
to "remind" me that I'm Welsh,
as if I need reminding!

I wonder,
is it possible to ever really forget our roots?
I think one of the loveliest things about getting older
is out-growing the notion that we must somehow
become radically different 
from who we were to start with.

 Our circumstances, 
even our parenting, or lack of parenting,
 may have left a lot to be desired,
but it is a sublime grace to grow in understanding
that even these deep griefs and scars
are not beyond healing,
and that after all 

Rumi writes:-
You were born with potential
You were born with goodness and trust
You were born with ideals and dreams 
You were born with greatness
You were born with wings
You are not meant for crawling, so don't
You have wings
Learn to use them and fly!
What better time than a new(ish) year 
to open ourselves to the tender green shoots
of glorious inner certainty

"... that you, being rooted and grounded in love,
 may be able to comprehend with all the saints
what is the breadth and length and height and depth, 
and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, 
that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God."
Eph 3:17 

Be Blessed

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