From the Archives: On Common Grace | Henry, Our Mulberry Tree

Sunday, October 01, 2006 | Oak Park, Illinois

Lord, the air smells good today,

straight from the mysteries

within the inner courts of God.

A grace like new clothes thrown

across the garden, free medicine for everybody.

The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise,

the first blue violets kneeling.

Whatever came from Being is caught up in being, drunkenly

forgetting the way back.

— RUMI