Poem: first love

your gentle touch greeted me into this world
your heart beat comforted me
your voice was familiar in this strange world
you kept me safe
your love enfolded me even before I was born

I did not have the words or concept of mother
but you were my first love
you loved me as God loves
love that just was
love unasked
love freely given
love freely received

Meditation Poem Series: #64

There’s a Buddhist notion of cultivating bodhicitta, or empathy and compassion for all sentient beings. I know I often think of love as a feeling, but it’s something we can cultivate and grow into more and more. I really love this notion that we can cultivate kindess, love and compassion.

I think in the Christian tradition, I am always taken by even the worst sinners’ hearts can be awakened to Divine Love through an experience of mercy and grace. I have been especially contemplating why one thief on the cross was able to accept Jesus, and the other was not.

Meditation Poem #64
May compassion grow
in me and in you
each day