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, August 9, 2011

The Bridges of Love

The world is not a friendly place
Headlines scream
The journalists pontificate
Movies, books
Even cartoons
Send the message....
It’s a killing ground out there
It’s dangerous
A person might get hurt
out there

And so,
reasonable beings that we are,
full of rational thought,
well versed in the way of the world,
We protect ourselves

Don’t look
Don’t smile
Don’t talk
Don’t touch!

And so it goes
And so the barriers grow
Episode by episode
Relationship by relationship
layer by layer

Bound by our cautions
We can hardly breathe
or move
or live
or love

What we need is a free a friendly space,
piece by piece
we can chip away the veneer that enslaves
and free the one within

That one who wants to run and play,
sing and dance,
the one who wants to love and be loved

The one who wants to give and take  --  and be


"So open your hearts to one another, as Christ as opened his heart to you,
and God will be glorified"  Romans 15:6

Love is the bridge across
and across which Christ and grace cross
from one person to another
and thus is the bridge across which hope and healing cross as well

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