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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 5, 2013

Hope

It floated in the spring sun,
a fragment of earth
Free
for a moment
to dance in the light

A bit of dust
nothing more

Yet captured in its baseness
was the light
and so it sparkled
and spun
crazily in the light breeze
a jubilant child
afire with joy
swirling, swirling, whirled by the wind of life.

Soon
lifted up it flew
to regions far beyond my sight
a seraph king
a sparkling messenger of hope

From dust to dust
the preachers say,
from dust we come
to dust we go
a piece of earth and nothing more

and yet those moments come
when love flames out
and scatters light
and light
is captured
if only for a moment
 
And for a moment
we are free
to dance in the breeze
and with exuberance
to catch the joy as it flies

(with apologies to William Blake)
 
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When we turn inside
to become intimate with God
and with our true self
joy happens :)

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