The
Indian poet Tagore puts it this way:
No,
it is not yours to open buds into blossoms.
Shake
the bud, strike it; it is beyond your power to make it blossom.
Your
touch soils it, you tears its petals to pieces and strew them in the dust.
But
no colors appear, and no perfume.
Ah!
It is not for you to open the bud into blossoms.
He
who can open the bud does it so simply.
He
gives it a glance, and the life-sap stirs through its veins.
At
his breath the flower spreads its wings and flutters in the wind.
Colors
flush out like heart-longings, the perfume betrays a sweet secret.
He
who can open the bud does it so simply.
From
"The Ragamuffin Gospel" by Brennan Manning
Ah, another of your post to keep :-)
ReplyDeletePoor man left the priesthood and then his marriage broke down and he is a recovering alcoholic. Knows a lot about the anawim.
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Thanks, Phil and Claire. You are right. He is a very good man who exhibits Christ-like compassion.
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