We remembered the fallen this morning under Old Joe at the University of Birmingham, along with fellow chaplains of different faiths, university staff and students, and we prayed for their souls, for people who work for noble causes, and for a future where our Human Family would know war no more.
I See The Face
I see the face
that was my home.
My loving says, I will let go
of everything for that.
My soul begins to keep rhythm
as if music is playing.
My reason says, What do you call
this cypress-energy that straightens
what was bent double?
All things change in this presence.
Armenians and Turks no longer know
which is which.
Soul keeps unfolding inward.
The body leaves the body.
A wealth you cannot imagine
flows through you.
Do not consider what strangers say.
Be secluded in your secret heart-house,
that bowl of silence.
Talking, no matter how humble-seeming,
is really a kind of bragging.
Let silence be the art
Source: Rumi, Bridge to the Soul, Coleman Barks (2007), page 97.