Praying with Fringes 9/10/2015 – the one who waits in the traveler’s heart

I lost my way
Leonard Cohen

I lost my way, I forgot to
call on your name. The raw heart beat against the
world, and the tears were for my lost victory. But
you are here. You have always been here. The world
is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions,
but your name unifies the heart, and the world is
lifted into its place. Blessed is the one who waits in
the traveler’s heart for his turning.

Poem #50, from The Book of Mercy.

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