Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 May the tide never tire of its tender toil how over and over it forgives the moon the daily exile and returns to turn mountains into sand as if to say, You too can have this homecoming you too possess this elemental power of turning the stone in the heart into golden dust

 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.

Ask about your enemy's wounds and scars. Feed your enemy's children.Seek his hidden cause of trouble. Learn their word for  home. Repair their well. Learn their sorrow's history. Trace their lineage of the good. Ask them for a song. Make tea. Bake bread.

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 woods 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.