there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.
Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.
Is there not a region of love where sovereignty is
where ecstasy gets poured into itself
where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
that dissolve, that
(by Rabia of Basra. Taken from Love Poems from God. Daniel Ladinsky)
I once spoke to my friend, an old squirrel, about the Sacraments –
he got so excited
and ran into a hollow in his tree and came
back holding some acorns, an owl feather,
and a ribbon he had found.
And I just smiled and said, “Yes, dear,
(Francis of Assisi – taken from Love Poems From God by Daniel Ladinsky)
God came to my house and asked for charity.
And I fell on my knees and
what may I
“Just love,” He said.
(St. Francis of Assisi – taken from Love Poems from God by Daniel Ladinsky)