Last June I picked up Love Poems from God at the bookstore on the corner near my office. It was an impulse buy, one of those impulses that turns out to be close to life saving. It helped me make it thru that terrible summer, went to witchcamp with me, and even still, like my well thumbed Mary Oliver collection of poetry, it tends to fall open to just the right poem. This is my favorite of the moment:
IT’S RIGGED
It’s rigged – everything, in your favor.
So there is nothing to worry about
Is there some position you want,
some office, some acclaim, some award, some con, some lover,
maybe two, maybe three, maybe four – all at once,
maybe a relationship
with
God?
I know there is a gold mine in you, when you find it
the wonderment of the earth’s gifts you will lay
aside as naturally as does
a child a
doll
But, dear, how sweet you look to me kissing the unreal;
comfort, fill yourself in any way possible – do that until
you ache, until you ache,
then come to me
again
Rumi
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