Sunset & Hafiz

Do you ever feel like God has been waiting for you to simply open your eyes to beauty? Tonight it was a sunset with birds singing... followed by the discovery of a new Hafiz poem. Soul food.

Falling on a Soft Mat by Hafiz

More attentive than any lover or parent

is really God to us, but our gauge of judgment

is impaired by the world's values, and our bodies'

often dominance over our spirit realm.

A young child first learning to walk and very

likely to fall may be allowed to do so by a wise

guardian or teacher

if there is a soft mat beneath its body that will

cushion it from harm.

There is a soft rug you can place around others

it is forgiveness, it is charity.

We are all still learning to walk--and fly--in

ways; kin help each other. And everything I am

related to.

Reflection by Lillian Daniel

This was the "Still Speaking Daily Devotional" for today (http://www.ucc.org/feed-your-spirit/daily-devotional/). I found it particularly poignant and wanted to pass it along.
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Psalm 71:20

"Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up."

Reflection by Lillian Daniel

When death hits us, we are never prepared. Even when we know the end is near, when we can see the storm on the horizon, when it hits, it still feels like a tsunami. For one thing, most of us don’t have a lot of experience losing a deeply beloved one. We tend to have a short list of lives whose loss would be most ultimately devastating. How do you practice for the loss of a husband? Or a parent? Or a child? There is no way to be prepared. 

They say that grief echoes. Each new grief takes us back to a grief we have experienced in the past. So when you lose your second parent, you find yourself going right back to losing your first parent. Suddenly, you are thinking of every other loss you have ever been through. 

It seems so unfair, that in the midst of a new grief, you would find yourself pulled back in memory to past deaths, but there it is. As a pastor I have learned that this is how it often goes, whether we want it to or not. Grief echoes. Better to know that than to be caught off guard by it. 

Better to be on the lookout for that when you see someone else who is grieving in ways that don’t make sense to you. Perhaps that person is reeling with the echoes of past grief that you know nothing about. Deal gently with those who grieve. 

And when you grieve, deal gently with yourself. 

Grief echoes. 

Prayer

In the echoes of grief, may memories come to be blessings, and eternal life, my promise. Amen.


About the Author
Lillian Daniel is the senior minister of the First Congregational Church, UCC, Glen Ellyn, Illinois. She is the author, with Martin Copenhaver, of This Odd and Wondrous Calling: the Public and Private Lives of Two Ministers.