Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Staring into Space

“In an age of hope men looked up at the night sky and saw “the heavens." In an age of hopelessness they call it simply “space.”
                                                                         Peter Kreeft

he thought
we simply lose the mystery

she becomes not love, or passion
not a beautiful things whose depths hold

but merely a lover, a wife
someone who secrets we no longer seek

each day becomes
merely routine
boxes on a calendar to be marked off

the sun rise is merely the sunrise
it just comes, and comes again
and then goes
gold to gray

and life, well life
is no longer about wonder
and dreams
no longer about love
but about responsibility, and pain
and angst

and we grow tired
and we no longer gaze into the heavens
but stare heavily

into space

Monday, June 19, 2017

Slow Down

You may have seen the bumper sticker that says, "If you lived in your heart, you'd be home now." Now normally, little bumper stick thoughts, especially spoken to me as wise spiritual advice, enrage me. I listen nicely, while fantasizing about poking a fork into the person's head, like a baked potato. But whenever I see this bumper sticker, it spritzes me into hope. It reminds me that there is a place in me that is warm and safe and gentle, unlike my usual pinball mind explosion of fear, judgment, doom, blame, and corrective thoughts on how other people should behave better, and a structured plan for how they can begin to do that.
                                                                                      Anne Lamott

Sometimes we just need to slow down,
Take a few breaths
And settling into our hearts

Snuggling down deep into the fabric of our being
Much like we snuggle down in our favorite chair
With a good book

This is the place God lives
This is the warm and safe place
This is where
Everything quiets

All the fear,
All the anxiety

This is where I can hear
More than my own voice
More than the voice of that bully who lives in my brain
More than the voices of my critics

Here in this still place
I can hear God

Gently whispering in my ear

“I love you”

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Beatitude people

If we do not transform our pain, we will most assuredly transmit it." —Richard Rohr.

The images flutter on the TV screen
Websites throw headlines in our faces
Designed to shock, and even mislead

We look around us and see anger and bitterness
We hear people who should know better ridicule an aging Senator
Who deserves better

We witness violence in our streets
Violence in our homes
We hear people once friends eviscerate each other

This is America
This is the World

Trump, ISIS
Terror in London

It takes its toll
Unless we disassociate our selves
It hits us where it hurts
Not our in pocketbooks
But in our souls

We not only carry love in our hearts
We carry pain as well

And pain like love must be expressed
Love trapped, dies
Pain trapped grows

And if we do not find a way to transform it
Into compassion, forgiveness generosity

It becomes the gift that keeps on giving
And pain begets pain
Violence, violence
Hate, hate

This the is the Good News
When the Sacred is awake
And prowling through our souls
Pain is transformed

And we become,
Beatitude People

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
“Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

We have a choice
To nurture pain and be part of the problem

Or to transform pain
And be part of the solution

What is it going to be?