Betrayed and resurrected by love

We always circle up after Danielle’s Zumba class and anyone who is feeling particularly grateful speaks up. A woman who has obviously been suffering a lot because her husband ran off with another, spoke up this morning. She said she had started reading Sufi poetry and had read a particular passage that said, you can dance to God or be delivered in a stretcher. Fitting for Zumba.

I read this today and was thinking it is sort of odd that this woman was betrayed by the man she loved and she is finding her healing in the poetry of love:

You’ve no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.

What’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.

It’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.

So- I’ve brought you a mirror.

Look at yourself and remember me.

– Jalaluddin Rumi, Essential Rumi, Coleman Barks, p 141

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