One evening last week I was privileged to attend an evening of poetry and music sponsored by this year's Festival of Faiths in Kansas City.
The poetry was mostly from perhaps the best-selling poet in the United States, a 13th Century Persian Muslim known as Rumi -- Jalal al-Din Rumi -- as it was translated and read by Coleman Barks, the man most responsible for the wave of Rumi popularity in the West.
It was a lovely evening even though the scheduled cellist took ill on his way here and three other musicians quickly filled in (very well) to accompany Coleman.
I've known of Rumi for a long time, of course, and have read a bit of him, but I am far from well versed, so to speak, in his poetry and thinking.
However, I was particularly struck by one of the Rumi poems Coleman read because I think in some ways it goes to the core of faith.