A Man of White

Hanging from a tree among the trees – a man of white.

Such blue surrounds us.

Leaves gently move on a soft breeze.

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I look to him.

Hard, dirty suffering – when will it end?

Comfort comes, comfort of a human solidarity now divine.

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You draw my attention inwards to you.

Gently and wonderfully I feel isolation become compassion within.

You make the death of suffering a new life thing.

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A Crow lands, bearing witness to change.

Black is mind accepting its place.

Black is the light of your presence.

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This man of white hangs before me.

My master, my brother, my friend.

He asks that compassion become an energy of loving embrace.

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He is love in my deepest place.

That ‘no-place’ that intellect tries to claim

But does not understand.

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The white man, hanging, claims this ‘no-place’

Gives it freely to me.

It was there all along.

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Live from that hidden place

Where the white man hangs no more.

Let his compassion be yours.

About Andrew

I am an aspiring contemplative journeying through life practicing a Christian spirituality. I have completed studies in psychology, theology, and counselling. Currently I am in the midst of a masters in theology (specialising in spirituality). I am also an oblate of the World Community for Christian Meditation. View all posts by Andrew

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