Watching in stillness the moon’s arrival against the blue autumn sky. She’s come to greet and merge with the sun’s light. Such visitations can make one’s heart quiet and sometimes to drift. Tonight, with the moon, I merge my own rising and setting around all those who have lost someone they love. With a bow to the moon’s blue sky, my hope that you may hear the whisper. May you know the shawl of grace wrapped around your heart.

I weave your name on the loom of my mind
To clean and soften ten thousand threads
And to comb the twists and knots of my thoughts.
No more shall I weave a garment of pain.
For you have come to me, drawn by my weaving,
Ceaselessly weaving your name on the loom of my mind. ~ Kabir

 Shalom…..