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Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

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And every common bush afire with God;
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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Lent 6 - Spirit Blown


Every child has known God,
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the God who knows only 4 words.
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come Dance with Me , come dance.”
                                                                Hafiz
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In the darkness of early morning
another day has its birth
another day
in the flow of days we call life

life is
life happens
there are moments when joy springs forth with exuberance
and we seek to ‘catch it as it flies’
but there are moments when it is more of a lament

we are all too aware
of the tumult and the strife

the new creation
seems far away
as  joys and comforts die
stricken by failure and disease

there are moments when the
darkness seems to gather
and we trudge, endlessly
feet mired

and in those moments
the Spirit comes and gives birth to the Spirit in us
and the wind
ah the wind of that spirit
births us

and we put down our books
and our old concepts of the Sacred
and we go with the Wind
we let it blow us
as those born again

Spirit blown we dance
as young children
with our God

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