Come, yet again Come

The World’s suffering

Speaks into every e-device

Held in every hand, scrolling

Displayed behind every bar

Headlines perpetually rolling

The Worlds suffering

Shakes, swirls, shatters

Breaks, blinds, batters

Wailing, weeping, worrying

The enormity of earth matters

Yet Where to place our hearts attention?

What we cannot hold?

What we cannot heal?

What we cannot help from here?

Yet witness with broken open hearts

Come, Come with me to the wailing Well—

The Sacred Well of Sea

Return with me to the smallness

Taking our drops into liquid infinity

Placing hands on heart centeredness

Return with me to our humility

As the World’s suffering

Speaks into every alley & corner

Whispering on endless waves of grief

Held in every hand, heart’s mourner

Displays on every eyes salty weep

Where to place our hearts attention?

What we cannot hold?

What we cannot heal?

What we cannot help from here?

Yet witness with broken open hearts

Take my hand and return again with me

To the sanctuary of smallness

Placing our drops, dissolving into peace

Come, yet again come** with me

to the wailing Well—

The Sacred Well of Sea

in the Wild Together

May we witness and release

May we return our hearts to peace

May the peace in our hearts BE

Our prayer for world peace

** “Come, come, whoever you are,
wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving,
it does not matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times. Come, come yet again, come”.

Rumi