I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose,/ vinegar blending with honey, a pot of// poison turning to healing salve, patsy/ wine dregs thrown in the millrace. I was// a diseased eye reaching for Jesus’ robe,/ raw meat cooking in the fire. Then I found// some dirt to make an ointment that would/ honor my soul, and in mixing that, I found// poetry. Love says, “You are right, but/ don’t claim those changes. Remember, I// am wind. You are an ember I ignite.”

Rumi

“Love says, ‘You are right, but don’t claim those changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.’ ” I am listening to Love speak today. I am choosing to be an ember ignited toward the rose, the honey, the salve, the wine, the miracle, and the fire. To be ignited, today. Right now. Ignited with overwhelming grace and energy and clarity. Ignited with the strength and light of a thousands suns. Love as the source makes sense to me.