She Who Hears the Cries of the World

Remembering it over and over
leaves my soul downcast within me.
But I will call this to mind,
as my reason to have hope:

The favors of the Lord are not exhausted,
his mercies are not spent;
they are renewed each morning,
so great is his faithfulness.
My portion is the Lord, says my soul;
therefore will I hope in him.
~Lamentations 3:20 – 24

Let sorrowful longing dwell in your heart,
never give up, never losing hope.
The Beloved says, “The broken ones are My darlings.”
Crush your heart, be broken.
~Abū-Sa’īd Abul-Khayr

There’s a woman who bears witness to all the sorrows of the world; the agony of loss and deprivation, and the seemingly endless cycle of misery and anguish shared eventually by the whole of humanity.  She teaches us that our suffering is not in vain, that it does not go unheard or unheralded, but instead prepares us for the tenderness we all so desperately need. She comes to you in your darkest hour, when you have at last become unmoored by suffering.  The kind of suffering that hollows you out, divesting you of all the frivolousness of life, allowing for something truer and more precious to take root.


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