I sang to My Beloved <br /> <br />O My Beloved – <br />how could I sing of the joy <br />of being closer to You <br />than Your breath… <br />than Your eyes… <br />than Your lips… <br /> <br />if Sorrow had not visited me? … <br /> <br />In the middle of the darkest night <br />in the cold midwinter of the heart, <br />a stranger knocked upon my door: <br />it was Sorrow, wrapped in blackest cloak. <br /> <br />I greeted Sorrow; bade come in; <br />ate bread with Sorrow and drank wine with it; <br />then with a smile, sent Sorrow on its way. <br /> <br />Now the sun has risen, <br />the dawn is like a world made new <br />and I have woken fresh <br />as if I had already washed. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />[this one comes with a smile for Allie, who occasioned it...]<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-spirit-of-rumi-20/
