Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 Do not be daunted by the  enormity of the world's grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. You are not obliged to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.

 Fortunate is the hour when you stumbled and fell down into this. Never stand again. On your knees remain where the earth is, where the fire is ever-ready and the air ever-clear, water, and the stones of God. For the Woods Of Error are the wood of the real, chosen for us as the color of your soul. Lie where forgiveness lies, make love to that. For there is nothing else but gratitude-which is what all your longing was for.

Nailed to the silent cross Of soul-breaking Empire- We stand amid the lost Angels, held back, weeping No presence, comfort, power Displayed before the jeering Now shouted whispers, prayer Of trusting and despair - The Father, stricken, waiting You see and hear from hell and Hell Each tortured empty heart That begs and Yes: this Mercy