One year for our anniversary, my sweet husband bought me a book of poetry by Hafiz, entitled The Gift. He promised to read to me from it regularly; and he did throughout that year, and sometimes I would read to him in return. This is one I read to him those years ago, and its power is still with me today. I wanted to share it with you!
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Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.


