Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 How many nights must it take one such as me to learn that we aren't, after all, made from that bird that flies out of its ashes, that for us as we go up in flames, our one work is to open ourselves, to be the flame?

 I've broken through to longing Now, filled with grief I have  felt before, but never like this. The center leads to love. Soul opens the creations' core. Hold on to your particular pain. That too can take you to God,

 Don't surrender your loneliness So quickly Let it cut more deep Let it ferment and season you As few human Or even divine ingredients can Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, My voice So tender My need of God So absolutely Clear

I've taken long walks craving one thing only: Lightening Transformation You

But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life: A thirst to spend our fire and restless force On tracking out our true, original course, A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart that beats So wild, so deep in us - to know Whence our lives come and where they go.