Poetry … The Language of the Spirit.

I love poetry. For years I have written it and read it. I love to hear people read it … find it tucked in strange spots throughout a novel, open mic night, or in corners of the library. I love poetry as art. Poetry is a large part of how I find, feel, and express my spirituality. Here’s a good one by one of my favorite poets: Hafiz, The Great Sufi Master. Enjoy.

When

The words stop

And you can endure the silence

That reveals your heart’s

Pain

Of emptiness

Or that great wrenching-sweet longing,

That is the time to try and listen

To what the Beloved’s

Eyes

Most want

To

Say.

Hafiz, The Great Sufi Master