I’m eternally grateful for poets like the great Sufi poet, Hafiz. Whenever I’m feeling in need of inspiration, I just have to open a book of his poetry (The Gift) and turn to any poem and my heart is lifted. The following is one that I found tonight on the net. I leave you with this morsel to reflect on.

Some Fill With Each Good Rain

There are different wells within your heart.

Some fill with each good rain,

Others are far too deep for that.

In one well

You have just a few precious cups of water,

That “love” is literally something of yourself,

It can grow as slow as a diamond

If it is lost.

Your love

Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger,

Only to someone

Who has the valor and daring

To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife

Then weave them into a blanket

To protect you.

There are different wells within us.

Some fill with each good rain,

Others are far, far too deep

For that.