This book is a collection of reflections on the reality of Love's presence. They are encounters with truth in the disguise of image and story-a game of horseshoes played across the threshold of non-existence. I throw iron shoes through the opening, and Hafiz throws back bowling balls, flower bouquets and circling doves. When difficulty arises, Jesus crawls out from the safe-keeping of my own heart to walk with me for a bit. And when all else fails, there's a leopard ambush.
This book is a collection of reflections on the reality of Love's presence. They are encounters with truth in the disguise of image and story-a game o...
Each of these poems is a little bridge-a link from here to here-from the here that isn't, quite, to the here that truly is. We spend our lives adjacent to grace, not always realizing it, and sometimes a little stepping stool is useful to provide a boost, so we can peek over the wall that's keeping us from seeing what's really happening. Sustaining this view means greeting life on new terms, embracing a shift in perspective, and that's what these pieces hope to spark. . Hafiz is the ringleader in this collection-the playful voice of my own heart. There's a whole crew of friends in here. We...
Each of these poems is a little bridge-a link from here to here-from the here that isn't, quite, to the here that truly is. We spend our lives adjacen...