“Oh the longing for belonging, it is real and it is strong. With the yearning for connection, for respect, a holy song. Our dignity acknowledged, with love centered, we can flourish. In a meadow of belonging, each can flower (or move on). Many meadows overlapping, open to each other’s fruit. Each with value, beauty, kindness, a community that’s grown, to fulfill our heart’s deep longing to be known and to belong.”
These lyrics came to Michael during his silent retreat in August. Lyrics to a song yet to be written. Lyrics to a song already sounding in our midst.
I am glad for these lyrics and so grateful for the accompanying search of meaning regarding belonging in such a variety of contexts. Thank you! Oh and also , the music was particularly lovely today. It’s always lovely, but topped off by our pianist’s voice along with piano playing, That was exquisite.