Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 The desire of your heart awaits the quiet moment of  creative love. With courage, step into silence.

 Love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness and peace) all places Yes is a world and in this world of yes live (skillfully curled) all worlds

Out there in the orchard they have come To prune the overgrowth, cut back and free The crisscrossed branches of apple and plum, Shaping the formless back into symmetry. They do not work for beauty's sake But to improve the harvest come next year. Each tough lopsided branch they choose to break Is broken toward fruit more crisp and rare.  I watch them, full of wonder and dismay, Feeling the need to shape my life, be calm, Like the untroubled pruners who, all day, Cut back, are ruthless. without a qualm. While I, beleaguered, always conscience-torn, Have let the thickets stifle peaceful growth, Spontaneous flow stopped, stillborn, Imagined duties, pebbles in my mouth. Muse, pour strength into my pruning wrist That I may cut away toward open space, A timeless orchard, poetry-possessed, There without guilt to contemplate your face.