Then a great peace came over me & I seemed to hear the pines and the wind and the rocky shores say to me, 'You, lover of the wild, are part of us.' – Sigurd Olson
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. – Rumi
When Jalaludin Rumi, the 13th century mystic, wrote the poem Out Beyond Ideas, he captured the essence of humanity at its best: The humanity that emerges when we cease to look at each other in terms of our differences, but rather as brothers and sisters of the human race. Feelings like this emerge on days like today, when tragedy of epic proportion occur, and for a brief time, barriers of race, belief, and color of skin are meaningless. We are bound together in our grief – in the fragile nature of our mortality. We are so small in the great scheme of things.
Pray with me tonight, in whatever language you speak; to whatever god or gods your cherish. Pray for healing. Pray for courage. Pray for miracles. My own spirituality brings me to the soul of Nature for healing, but at times, I reach back to my roots in the Episcopal church and open my Book of Common Prayer to one of the most beautiful passages ever written: “Keep watch, dear Lord, with those who work, or watch, or weep this night, and give your angels charge over those who sleep. Tend the sick, Lord Christ; give rest to the weary, bless the dying, soothe the suffering, pity the afflicted, shield the joyous; and all for your love’s sake. Amen.”
The image is a watercolor I painted of the wild plum trees that bloom in the woods near my home this time of year.