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

Tuesday, January 15, 2019


What in your life is calling you,
when all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild iris bloom by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls at your soul?

There come those moments
when life slows down just enough

those moments as we watch the sun slowly rise
and the clouds drift lazily across the sky

as we listen to the winter birds sing
and hear the snow protest under foot

when our minds are just quiet enough
for us to remember we have a soul.

When we find space from the clamoring voices in our heads
and the tyranny of our calendars

and are stirred by deeper things.

The world looks different in this sacred space
where we are freed
at least for an instant
from the endless plodding and striving

from our restless search for meaning and relevance

and we find ourselves drawn into that place of
original blessing

where what counts are the things of
heart and soul

where, no longer obsessed by the need
to protect and control
no longer desperate to earn our value
no longer trapped by the need to “win” or succeed
or driven by hate and fear

we embrace love and family
generosity and compassion
where we claim our divine inheritance
as Sacred Children
clothing ourselves with the mystery of Jesus
and moving into a new way of doing life

free at last

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.  Galations 5:1

Monday, January 14, 2019

The Space Between

When the gentleness between you hardens And you fall out of your belonging with each other, May the depths you have reached hold you still. When no true word can be said, or heard, And you mirror each other in the script of hurt, When even the silence has become raw and torn, May you hear again an echo of your first music. When the weave of affection starts to unravel And anger begins to sear the ground between you, Before this weather of grief invites The black seed of bitterness to find root, May your souls come to kiss. Now is the time for one of you to be gracious,To allow a kindness beyond thought and hurt, Reach out with sure hands To take the chalice of your love, And carry it carefully through this echoless waste Until this winter pilgrimage leads you Toward the gateway to spring.
 From John O’Donohue, The Space Between Us

What fills the space between us?
I suspect that space is meant to soft
Filled perhaps with what we call love
Filled with Sacred Presence
With that power that fills us and binds us

I suspect that space is filled with differences
Sexual orientation

I suspect that space is filled
All too often
With fear, and anxiety
Perhaps even hate

I suspect that there are hard barriers there
Tall walls
Topped with razor wire

We build the best walls
And we harden to one another

May learn to meet on another again
As for the first time
May we meet with the exuberance of first love
With the warmth of long lost friends

May we learn to treat each other carefully
And touch each other kindly

May the Sacred
Which walks with us, through all our pain and fear
And shows us what love is really like
Give us a mind united toward one another

May we open our hearts to one another
As God’s heart has been opened to us

And may the space between us become
Filled with softness, generosity and compassion
So filled that there is no room for enmity and fear

May we find one another again

Sunday, January 13, 2019

the heart of God

"Love flourishes
in the heart
which glows
the Name of God.

The Love of God
is the fragrance
that even
a thousand wrappings
cannot hold.

Or like a river
that cannot be stopped
in its course.

My friend is in me,
in my Friend
am I
there is no
separation between us. "
 Sultan Bahoo

Those of us who claim the name Christian
Talk a lot about love
We talk a lot about communion too

We call each other “brother” and “sister”

“How lovely” we say, “is this love between us”

But we haven’t got a clue

We just can’t seem to grab the fact that this Force, this Presence
This Love that unites is not safe or casual

What flows from the heart of God is indeed
Like a river that cannot be stopped in its course
It flows to us, through us out of us
Connecting to one another
Carrying us along, helpless
Unable to escape

It is radical and fierce
And if it is not

It is not

We should glow with the presence of God
What we have should be something
That cannot be contained

It should be something the drives us into the world to serve
And it should be something that draws us
Each one of
Into that divine circle dance
That perichoresis

Where distinctions remain
But distinctions blur and disappear
Into a radical unity

Where I am you and you are me
And there is only we

And God is glorified