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, April 24, 2012

Softening the point of suffering

Sometimes Lord
I feel like a dried branch
cut off

a dead thing lying in the dust

I have been torn asunder
from the source of life
by rejection

a harsh word
love not returned
consequences of my own making

sometimes I have simply weighed myself down
and snapped
like a branch burdened by spring snow

I suffer

"only love, with no thought of return, can soften the point of suffering"  (source unknown)

thank your God for your love
given freely, scandalously
thank you for the love of others
that comes 
often unexpected
unasked for
that reconnects me
to the source
and restores me to life

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