Monday, August 02, 2010

Prayer #125: This End Up

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Prayer #125: This End Up

Caution. Fragile. Handle with care.

I see these labels and spring into ginger mode. I am as gentle as baby shampoo. The items inside don't fear me; I know exactly how to treat them.

Which leads me to question, God ... why aren't You being as gentle with me right now? I am a person, a soul, so much more than a cardboard box. And while I'd look pretty stupid if I wrapped myself in postal tape and wrote"This End Up!" on my forehead with Sharpie, I'm starting to think that's the only thing that will remind You not to tip me over and shake me around.

So I'm asking one favor, knowing somewhere in the back of my heart that a good shake might be exactly what You're aiming for. Whatever You're packing or unpacking in my soul right now, please go gently so that I can stick it out with You. I want to be in one piece when we get there -- wherever there is.

Amen.

3 comments:

  1. Hi Julia -
    A friend forwarded me your blog because I was having a tough day and she thought I might enjoy it. I do. This post in particular really resonated with me so I thought I'd share a poem I am trying to keep in my mind - even though it is froofy mystical and I tend to be a practical person. Anyway, here goes.

    Tired of Speaking Sweetly
    by Hafiz (from 'The Gift')


    Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,

    Break all our teacup talk of God.



    If you had the courage and

    Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,

    He would just drag you around the room

    By your hair,

    Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world

    That bring you no joy.



    Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly

    And wants to rip to shreds

    All your erroneous notions of truth



    That make you fight within yourself, dear one,

    And with others,



    Causing the world to weep

    On too many fine days.



    God wants to manhandle us,

    Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself

    And practice His dropkick.



    The Beloved sometimes wants

    To do us a great favor:



    Hold us upside down

    And shake all the nonsense out.



    But when we hear

    He is in such a "playful drunken mood"

    Most everyone I know

    Quickly packs their bags and hightails it

    Out of town.

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  2. WOW. That's pretty much what I was trying to convey, but I shied away from using such kickass language. Where did you first read this?

    Also, welcome to the blog! I'm so happy to have you. Please share often. :)

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  3. Clarisse11:50 AM

    I know, right? I first read it here (http://peacefulrivers.homestead.com/Hafiz.html#anchor_16043) and I was only on the website because I had been feeling this very sensation, and was in a strange, curious anguish about it ------ so I thought to myself, those crazy mystics probably have explained this all really well. First I looked at Rumi, but he was all, Amazing Beloved Love, Happy Happy (which I am usually into but not now), and so I moved down my list (of two) mystical poets to Hafiz. And kapow!

    Glad you enjoyed it.

    Keep up the great work with the blog! And be well.

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