[At our retreat last month in London, Debbie felt suddenly queasy. An unsuspecting act of kindness by one of the participants moved her so deeply, that she wrote a poem about it.]



Your Love Has Touched My Heart
(A poem about a moment of kindness that remains Here in timelessness.)

It's not with fine sounding words
That we will win back the world
For God,
Though words may come when necessary.

It's not with beautiful offerings
Of music and food and flowers and candles,
Though these may be here,
Enhancing and lighting up The Way.

It is with each tiny flicker of Love,
That ignites in our hearts,
Compelling our hands
To reach out
And truly touch
The hearts of those around us,
Fanning into flame the same flicker of Love
In their hearts.

May this One Fire
Grow
And burn brighter
Than any desire of the ego
For recognition or admiration,
Brighter than any desire
To be special,
Or better or more important
Than others.

May it burn
Until it returns
Each soul
To the Silence
And Stillness
Within