My friend Karlie sent me these beautiful words today and it is almost as if she has put into poetry what I was trying to communicate in prose last week.  So this is our prayer, for fellow fools and dreamers!

Yes we are still fools

Yes we are still dreamers

 

Who else would keep looking at desolation

and in the end

only respond by imagining beauty?

  

Who else would stay in manure and wait for seeds

because they remembered a rumour of fruit?

 

Who else would reach right into the deepest pain and fear and try to love there

 even continue to try when hope dies

 and love’s flame flickers in the cold wind of selfishness?

  

May we be saved all the more

from the false sanity of comfort

and numbly knowing all the answers

 

May our questions old and new

be transfigured into

the kernals of graced dreams

and grow our deep rooted imagination

of creation healed and whole

  

And in our becoming begun again

May the ancient first fruit of inspired hope

nurture enough new foolish wisdom

to go on living the love that makes no sense

by Karlie Allaway

 

22 October 2012

Thanks to Jonny Baker for his photo entitled ‘hope’