The Hope of Loving
Meister Eckhart
What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.
Being Loved ~ Meister Eckhart
Being Loved
Meister Eckhart
What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved
I Bet God ~ Meister Eckhart
If He
let go of my hand, I would
weep so loudly,
I would petition with all my might, I would cause
so much trouble
that I bet God would come to His senses
and never do that
again.
Today’s Reflection ~ Love
What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
– Meister Eckhart.
Quote on Love by Meister Eckhart
The most important hour is always the present.
The most significant person is precisely the one sitting across from you right now.
The most necessary work is always love.
Meister Eckhart
Quote on Living by Meister Eckhart
Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.
Meister Eckhart
“God is Always Ready” ~ Poem by Meister Eckhart
God is Always Ready
God is always ready,
but we are very unready;
God is near to us,
but we are far from Him;
God is within, but we are without;
God is at home, but we are strangers.
The Hope of Loving ~ Poem by Meister Eckhart
The Hope of Loving
What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.
“The Hope of Loving ~ Poem by Meister Eckhart
The Hope of Loving
What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.
The Hope of Loving ~ Poem by Meister Eckhart
The Hope of Loving
What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.