Reflections

Looking at some of my old friends profiles.
Was reminded of days when there was a certain kind depth in our weekly reflections together.
Often, there was a depressive undertone, a sadness, a cynicism

We empathise, sometimes
We build up each other, sometimes
Other times, we do not
Especially, when forgotten
The group is too big isn't it

Regardless
I appreciate the authenticity,
the courage, discipline, integrity
the purity of heart and mind
that gives a certain kind of rest to the soul
the sense of true surrender to God
with the reality of how things are.

No hiding, avoiding
Fear leaves the soul, the heart, restless
While giving an appearance of rest

And then there are friends
Who say they are happy with the superficial
The superficial is enough, they say

Perhaps in my melancholy
It may seem like I have looked past the superficial
As I yearned for more.

It feels like only when I fulfilled the deep need
Then only can I appreciate the superficial
Both are beautiful

Labor
Rest
Both are beautiful
In a certain kind of
Order
Proportion