Journeying with God, through many traditions.

Saturday, 1 May 2010

The Joists of Life are laid on the winds


What Jesus Said

The wind blows where it likes: that is what

Everyone is like who is born from the wind.

Oh now it’s getting serious. We are the ones

Born from the wind that blows along the plains

And over the sea where no one has a home.

And that Upsetting Rabbi, didn’t he say:

“Take nothing with you, no blanket, no bread.

When evening comes, sleep wherever you are.

And if the owners say no, shake out the dust

From your sandals; leave the dust on their doorstep.”

Don’t hope for what will never come. Give up hope,

Dear friends, the joists of life are laid on the winds


From: Eating The Honey of Words. New and Selected Poems
by Robert Bly

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