Friday, January 30, 2015


Nothing I have ever done or will ever do
can separate me from
or bring me into the heart of the Beloved.

Oh, I can  distract myself from the longing
that whispers day and night for that sacred union,
and some days I am too tired to notice
that what I ache for is and always has been here:
. . . . right here in and at my fingertips,
in the way the breeze lifts my hair,
the way the earth pulls me to her,
the way shared laughter makes my sides ache.

Nothing I have ever done or will ever do
can make me worthy or unworthy
of being touched by the Lover’s hand and heart,
of being the Lover’s hand and heart in the world.

Grace – the way Infinite Love
gives Herself to us in every moment,
the way God unfurls his tender mercy in our hearts-
is a constant invitation to say with the fullness of our being:

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer (c) 2015

 Another wonderful photo from Karen Davis at


  1. I love this so much. Thank you. Also, a question. Could I share this poem on my blog if I cite you as author and link to it on your blog? Apologies if you've expressed your wishes on this topic somewhere and I missed it.

    1. Grace, happy to have folks share. Please put my name as Oriah House and put the (c) 2015 Shared with permission of the author