remaining in every life,
some place for the singing of angels.
which in itself
is breathless and
deep and ancient wounds
lose much of their old hurting.
all the hardness and
life is saved by
the singing of angels.
"The crowded bus, the long queue, the railway platform, the traffic
jam, the neighbor's television sets, the heavy-footed people on the floor above
you, the person who still keeps getting the wrong number on your phone. These
are the real conditions of your desert. Do not allow yourself to be irritated.
Do not try to escape. Do not postpone your prayer. Kneel down. Enter that
disturbed solitude. Let your silence be spoiled by those sounds. It is the
beginning of your desert."