Sunday morning the new guy preaches again. He jokes and sings. He’s not afraid to say what’s true.
He’s not afraid.
He sees the stressed look on my face and winks. The man reminds me of Hafiz—the way he goes about humming and opening doors.
I take a deep breath of fresh air and give thanks.
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
“The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free…” – Luke 4:18 (NIV)
The featured image of birds in flight, not visible in every format, is by Anne Yungwirth. Used with permission.
“Dropping Keys” is in The Gift: Poems by Hafiz translated by Daniel Ladinsky, 1999. Used with permission.
“Open Gate” by Tym. Used with permission.
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About Esther Hizsa
Esther is a spiritual director and writer. She lives in Burnaby with her husband, Fred, and they have two grown children and two grandchildren.
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