Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 A new king! Who will destroy our enemies, Banish the unclean, Restore us to sweet righteousness You ride that humble donkey For you are one of us And when your chariot is of gold our  pockets will be full  There are agitators in the crowd "You don't get it; You don't get it" We have ways to silence them With shouts and fronds and arms You are here to save us And make our people great again. Victory is now. Hosanna!

 It's as if what is unbreakable - the very pulse of life- waits for everything else to be torn away, and then in the bareness that only silence and suffering and great love can expose, it dares to speak through us and to us. it seems to say, if you want to last, hold on to nothing. if you want to know love, let in everything. if you want to feel the presence of everything, stop counting the  things that break along the way.