Do you feel like a failure in God’s eyes when you sleep each night? Then why is the deeprest of depression “bad”?
Around me is love. Everywhere. Did you, my Lover, Pour it there? Am I to simply Grow aware?
“Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all…”
Don’t be too quick to embrace the fundamentalism that summarily ascribes all of your good fortune to God/God’s will.
It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.