“Even if our efforts of attention seem for years to be producing no result, one day a light that is in exact proportion to them will flood the soul.” - Simone Weil
“The beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth. The unwary individual who on entering takes a few steps is soon unable to find the opening. Worn out, with nothing to eat or drink, in the dark, separated from his dear ones, and from everything he loves and is accustomed to, he walks on without knowing anything or hoping anything, incapable even of discovering whether he is really going forward or merely turning round on the same spot. But this affliction is as nothing compared with the danger threatening him. For if he does not lose courage, if he goes on walking, it is absolutely certain that he will finally arrive at the center of the labyrinth. And there God is waiting to eat him. Later he will go out again, but he will be changed, he will have become different, after being eaten and digested by God. Afterward he will stay near the entrance so that he can gently push all those who come near into the opening.” Simone Weil, Waiting for God
This LIFE with all its many moving parts
torn and tattered hearts
playing out our countless fruitless parts…
frayed and forlorn we carry on.
I do not walk ALONE.
Through tall grass and cobblestone learning from the past on the path of light a beacon set for our true Home.
I do not stand alone.
“Among the many splendored things”
all shines amidst the lands that sing of a country claimed and yet unknown
to people walled in glass and concrete,
metallic skies
forsaking past for a future that moves too fast
into a vast perpetual storm.
Islands filled with cash
high tech bunkers built to last
while our lands and oceans filled with trash
Frayed and forlorn we carry on.
The false gods we treasure so, who rant, prance, and boast,
and do not speak of what matters most.
Countries collective minds filled with hate
while earths shores and oceans filled with toxic waste
Learning from the past you can no longer take it back
frayed and forlorn we carry on…
On the path of light a beacon set for our true Home.
I do not walk ALONE.
-H.C.Love
