Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Cup of Life

As I finish the last of my pinot noir for a week, I'm reminded of a Rumi poem:

"All night I danced round the house of my beloved. In the morning he came out and offered me some wine. I had no cup- 'Here's my empty skull,' I said. 'Pour your wine in here.'

May my thoughts and actions be mindful and merciful this week. May my hands do the work of God's intent. Selah.

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