Joy and Sorrow

blossom“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
― Kahlil GibranThe Prophet


Heaven’s tears

Prayers for Mogadishu…

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

crimson rivers

Heaven’s tears
touch the earth,
crimson rivers,
crying is heard.

Infused with cruelty,
fear spreads,
too much blood
is being shed!

In a world of misery,
our hope gets lost
disaster upon disaster
we count the cost!

Look to the heavens
from whence our help comes.
Love each other
until the pain succumbs!

Light needs shadows to contrast its form

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
― Kahlil GibranThe Prophet


Though shrouded in sadness,
hope is in sight.
In the midst
of oblivion,
we get caught in light!

The shadows may threaten
to darken your days.
Be still
your heart
and lift up your praise!

The path may take you,
to places
you fear,
enable the silence
of celestial spheres.

The miracle of beauty
brings colour to a rose
and living water,
ushers grace
where it flows!

Deep speaks to deep,
when transformed by light
and beneath the umbra,
each word
will rewrite!

Light needs shadows
to contrast its form,
without sorrow,
we cannot

Within a cocoon the worm
knows the long night,
till breathtaking beauty
bring forth
great delight!


Still Smiling

We’ve had a tough few days….
My son ended up in hospital with a broken foot.
It’s his birthday today, but at least he’s still smiling!

Life is brutal,
yet full of miracles,
it can be bleak,
though it’s always mystical!

Imbued with sadness,
yet overflowing with wonder,
intensely beautiful,
saturated in color!

I look in the depths
beyond myself,
within me exists
an inner strength!

At the end of
all my reason,
there’s still a hope
I’m only dreaming……


“Joy has to do with seeing how big, how completely unobstructed, and how precious things are. Resenting what happens to you and complaining about your life are like refusing to smell the wild roses when you go for a morning walk, or like being so blind that you don’t see a huge black raven when it lands in the tree that you’re sitting under. We can get so caught up in our own personal pain or worries that we don’t notice that the wind has come up or that somebody has put flowers on the diningroom table or that when we walked out in the morning, the flags weren’t up, and that when we came back, they were flying.”
― Pema ChödrönAwakening Loving-Kindness



in the mystical
i don’t always see
controlling forces
of gravity,
surrounding me
with love and light
shielding me
through darkest night

in the blizzard
when life turns bleak,
He tends my wounds
when i cannot speak.
i know peace
i’m not afraid
or ever abandoned

when evil conspires
to destroy,
the Divine lives
to bring me joy.
i am safe in His hold
Angels appear
to console