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

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

love is

What is love?
It is that feeling we feel
When we look at another?

Is, a many would say, a verb?
A choice to act in loving ways?

Some would say that love is God
But who has seen God?

Ah yes
That one, that strange man from Galilee
Who seemed so scandalous
So flagrant
So dangerous

And yet he was God
With us
and he was love

and in his love we
see that love sees with eyes that are unique

in love there is passion, yes
in love there is a hunger for
common places

things enjoyed

there is friendship

but above all there are eyes that see the other
as wonderful, unique

not seeking those things

not seeking value
but giving value
endowing the other
with all the loving creating power of God
with that beauty and wonder
simply because there is love
that kind of love

Thank you God, for loving us that way

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