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All That Is Made-The Comfort of Contemplative Prayer by Keren Dibbens-Wyatt

Keren Dibbens-Wyatt reflects on Julian of Norwich’s writings in ‘Revelations of Divine Love’.  Keren writes:

“I’ve been fascinated by the book and the wisdom it contains ever since I was given a copy by my husband Rowan on our first wedding anniversary. I had just begun my journey into contemplative prayer and was struck by how God had tucked me away from the world through chronic illness, so that I felt a kinship with Julian in her seclusion. 

 As I have contemplated Mother Julian’s vision of the small thing “the size of a hazelnut,” over the years, I’ve felt that it gives us a true sense of eternal perspective. One much needed in the world! God inspired me to write about it and my own smallness. The seed of a book began to germinate. 

I wrote about how it feels to be small, fragile and dependent, just like that small, round thing. I considered how that can lead us to trusting and knowing God as the one who made, keeps and loves us. I found that just this one revelation alone is enough to contemplate on for the longest time and that it can teach us a great deal about true humility and genuine faith. 

 This book is now out in the world and I’d love to share with you all the insights God has gifted about how this one “shewing” can bring us the ultimate comfort of knowing God and his love through contemplative prayer. 

Keren” 

Text and photo ©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt  

Publisher Herald Press USA

 Amazon link for UK

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Laughing with God a poem by Hafiz

Two Giant Fat People (by Hafiz a 14thC Persian poet and mystic see links at the end for details)

God and I have become
Like two giant fat people
Living in a tiny boat.

We keep
Bumping into each other
And laughing.

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From Read the Spirit A review of Daniel Ladinsky’s A Year with Hafiz: Daily Contemplations.

“‘In the 19th Century, (Ralph Waldo) Emerson wrote that one of Hafiz’s greatest gifts was “his intellectual liberty, which is a certificate of profound thought. We accept the religions and politics into which we fall; and it is only a few delicate spirits who are sufficient to see that the whole web of convention is the imbecility of those whom it entangles—that the mind suffers no religion and no empire but its own. It indicates this respect to absolute truth by the use it makes of the symbols that are most stable and revered, and therefore is always provoking the accusation of irreligion.”

Below a blog post reflecting on the poem. Well worth reading.