Sunday, December 25
GOD'S PLACES Does the soul care about the mightiness of this love? No. The soul is a place and love must find its way there. A fisherman on his boat swung a string of fish around his head and threw it across the water where it landed at my feet. That was a place. One day I walked into a village that was all ruins. It was noon. Nobody was there, the roofs were gone, the silence was heavy. A man came out, gradually other people, but no one spoke. Then somebody gave me a glass of water with a lump of jam on a spoon in it. It was a place, one of God's places, but love was not with me. I breathed the way grape vines live and give in to the whole dream of being and not being. The soul must be experienced to be achieved. If you love me as much as you say you love me, stay. Let us make a place of that ripeness the soul speaks about. (Linda Gregg)