May 2011
10 posts
pokora: humility. jiri wolker
i’ll grow smaller and smaller
till i’m the smallest thing on earth.
on an early morning, in a summer meadow
i’ll stretch my hand to the smallest flower
and hide my face in it, whispering:
on you, little child, without shoes or clothes,
Heaven leans its hand
in a flashing drop of dew
so that its giant sky
shan’t break into pieces.
thomas merton.
the beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not trust them to fit our image. otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
