I'm sitting at the coffee shop working on worship and came across this lovely poem I just had to share. It's by Indian poet Mira (1498-1550) and taken from the book Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West, translated by Daniel Ladinsky.
the way they held each other
A woman and her young daughter were destitute
and traveling to another country
where they hoped to find
a new life.
Three men stole them while they were camping.
They were brought to a city
and sold as slaves; each to a different
They were given one minute more together,
before their fates became unknown.
My soul clings to God like that,
the way they held