Hope after Darkness

Being sick has a few, very few, advantages.  One is that I get to ponder many things for unbroken stretches of time.  Of course, that can be a disadvantage as well, when the pondering turns to worry and worry to fear and fear to depression.

That's why this poem from Haviz, the Sufi mystic, seems especially hopeful today.

“I know the voice of depression still calls to you.

I know those habits that can ruin your life

still send their invitations.

But you are with the Friend now and look

so much stronger.

You can stay that way and even bloom! …."

Haviz