Yesterday, I was in anguish. Today, I have hope, thanks to this beautiful poem by Hafiz sent to me by my dear stepfather. Thanks, Dad.
There Could Be Holy Fallout
We are often in battle.
So often defending every side of the fort,
It may seem, all alone.
Sit down, my dear,
Take a few deep breaths,
Think about a loyal friend.
Where is your music,
Your pet, a brush?
Surely one who has lasted as long as you
Knows some avenue or place inside
That can give a sweet respite.
If you cannot slay your panic,
Then say within
As convincingly as you can,
“It is all God’s will!”
Now pick up your life again.
Let whatever is out there
Come charging in,
Laugh and spit into the air,
There could be holy fallout.
Throw those ladders like tiny match sticks
With “just” phantoms upon them
Who might be trying to scale your heart.
Your love has an eloquent tone.
The sky and I want to hear it.
If you still feel helpless
Give our battle cry again.
Hafiz
Has shouted it a myriad times.
“It is all,
It is all the Beloved’s will!
What is that luminous rain I see
All around you in the future
Sweeping in from the east plain?
It looks like, O it looks like
Holy fallout
Filling your mouth and palms
With Joy!
I love the beach...the waves are awesome!
But it was windy and so that made me cold. I still got in the water, though!
Pic of me and my honey kissing on the beach!
Watching the sun go down on the beach was the perfect way to end our trip. We went out to dinner at Buca di Beppo that night and caught an early plane the next morning. We definitely want to bring kiddo back to play in the sand!
