A wounded, small mouse in the shed. There is the option of disposal.
What if we gave it seclusion, safety, food, time? What if we gave it love?
What if it healed and we released it into the woods?
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In the crush of the world, even with all your gifts, Lord, I am the small creature. Who will find me and encourage me to heal and flourish?
Love me back to life, Lord. I am yours.
– from the mountain
Consider:
How can I recall that I am loved?
Reading:
“Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, man will not himself find peace.” — Albert Schweitzer, Reverence for Life
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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” — Rumi, The Essential Rumi (trans. Coleman Barks)
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“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3 (KJV)
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