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Arthur Darby Nock

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And every common bush afire with God;
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The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Glimpses of grace on a dark day

gray sky hovers
darkening
lowering with the weight of rain

the wind blusters
sacred breath
bending all to its will

trees are throwing into chaos
a lilacs dance wildly

and in this dimming deepening world
brilliant blossoms
flash and spin

glimpses of grace
and omens of
the sun
_________________________

Oh sacred one
creator of both
cloud and sun

help me to remember in the darkening moments
the gifts of presence
and grace

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