Sunday, May 09, 2010
Mind Wide Open (Hymn by Aimee Bender)
"The child with divine ears listened to the soil, and pointed to where he heard the seeds unfurling with pleasure. Plant here, he told the one with the longest arms who could reach straight into the heart of the dirt. In later years, that eyeless one ... when the sadness was unbearable ... could hear the types of tears by the pace of the blinking, and know in which manner to offer comfort.
"Then the grand feast, with foods of all kinds, even for the several who did not eat food but survived only on the quality of listening. They usually hovered at the corners and when they grew wan and skinny, it was a reminder. To focus. On this day, they filled up visibly, fat and happy.
"No one needed to say it, but the room overflowed with that sort of blessing. The combination of loss and abundance. The abundance that has no guilt. The loss that has no fix. The simple tiredness that is not weary. The hope not built on blindness."
~ from "Hymn" by Aimee Bender