Far Better Things

Brenda Ann quotes Rumi again. I think this is my favorate poem thus far.

pieces of me

Photo by: Walter Babinski, My American Husband

Sorrow prepares you for joy.

It violently sweeps everything out of your house

So that new joy can find space to enter.

It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart

So that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.

It pulls up the rotten roots

So that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.

Whatever sorrow shakes your heart,

Far better things will take their place.

Rumi

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