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“There is only one person with whom you can profitably compare yourself, and this person is your yesterday self:  You.”

–Author Unknown

“Through the looking glass

You could see your mask

Dreams will come true

With only a clue

Wandering aimlessly alone

To find my way home

Winds swept under my feet

My hands begin to meet

I closed my eyes

Remembering my ties

Trying to make a dash

Through the looking glass.”

–Poem by Sharon Adamson


Painting by Freydoon Rassouli

When Mary of Magdala went to the tomb where Jesus was buried and did not find him, she stated, “They have taken my Lord and I don’t know where they laid him.”  John 20:11-18

This poem by Chiara Lubich echoes Mary’s deep regret:


On Easter morning,

you appeared to Mary Magdalene.

You call her by name.

You have forgotten the life she left behind her:

her troubled past, her sins.

You call her.

Do you call each of us in the same way?

Once we have decided to love you,

Do you forget our past too?

Do you call us too by name?

How can we continue to worry

about our failures

our past,

our sins?


are you not the same now,

as you were then?

These thoughts stir up another question for us.

Has something or someone taken our Lord away from us?

Christ always waits for our return.


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Thanks to Kamal at, I can embellish this post with her good thoughts as a Haiku:

Within us the book

Is not fully opened

To reveal its treasures

Goodness rests not on things but on how we use things.

“We search the world for truth, we cull

The good, the true, the beautiful,

From graven stone and written scroll,

And all old flower-fields of the soul;

And, weary seekers of the best,

We come back laden from our quest,

To find that all the sages said

Is in the Book our mothers read.”

–Author Unknown