For All the Servants of Love…

Servants of Love

We Choose each other’s company and sit in each other’s embrace.

Come closer friends, to the edge of your seats, so we can glimpse each other’s true face.

We have made pacts and agreements from within,

So don’t imagine that we are merely what you see.

This moment, as we sit together wine in our hands, and flowers in our sleeves….

….We have passage from the seen to the unseen, for we travel alongside the messenger of faith.

We know the way from house to garden; we dwell with jasmines and cypresses.

Every day we enter the meadow and find flowers, newly bloomed….

….We harvest them by the skirtful; and gift them to lovers, everywhere.

So don’t hold back your heart; for we are not thieves

We are safe keepers, we are guardians.

Each breath that we take, carries that flower’s scent like a gentle breeze;

We are the rosebush rooted in the meadow of knowingness.

We’ve filled the world with the scent of that flower, sending a signal:

“Come, we are in this state.”

She detects our scents when we detect hers and though we seem meager,

She renders us grand.

We are the humble servants of Love and we are Love itself, lying in wait…..

A Poem by Rumi



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