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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



Thursday, February 22, 2018

it is how we treat each other


To be humble, to be kind
It is the giving of the peace in your mind
To a stranger, to a friend...
To give in such a way that has no end

We are love
We are one
We are how we treat each other when the day is done
We are peace
We are war
We are how we treat each other and nothing more

To be bold, to be brave;
It is the thinking that the heart can still be saved
And the darkness can come quick;
The Danger's in the Anger and the hanging on to it

Tell me what it is that you see
A world that's filled with endless possibilities?
Heroes don't look they used to, they look like you do

We are love
We are one
We are how we treat each other when the day is done
We are peace
We are war
We are how we treat each other and nothing more
We are how we treat each other and nothing more
We are how we treat each other
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We talk a lot
We pontificate
We argue

We spew forth
Anger, even rage
Ideologies and theologies

Even hope
And sometimes love

But it is in our living
It is in our loving
That we are revealed
That we are

Sacred Children

It is in our kindness
Our listening
Our generosity
Our compassion

We are peace, we are war
We are love, we are hate

We are how we treat each other

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