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, July 19, 2011


Insidiously it creeps,
sliming its way around the passages of our mind,
sniveling and Machiavellian,

Sometimes invisible,
sometime stark and frightening,
always powerful.

like the working of waters,
lapping against a shore,
it erodes our soul,
devouring us
and leaving us less than we were.

It sidles up to us
and whispers in our ear
of things best forgotten,
of things which have been,
and things which yet might be,

It grips us with its cruel presence,
and we are helpless in its grasp,
twisting helpless and doomed,
like prey in the jaws of the tiger,
dancing the dance of death.

BUT, perfect love (GOD), casts out fear!  (I John 4:18)
Thanks be!

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