There was a tragedy in my family recently. It has been a sobering week, reflective as well as chaotic.
Last night, I read this translation of Rumi and understod how important it was to have faith and trust the power of Love.
Weave not, like spiders, nets from grief’s saliva
In which the woof and warp are both decaying.
But give the grief to Him, Who granted it,
And do not talk about it anymore.
When you are silent, His speech is your speech.
When you don’t weave, the weaver will be He.
– Translation by Annemarie Schimmel