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

Sunday, May 13, 2012

We Melt a little

We melt a little each day.
The candle burns down.
And it may wonder at times, it may wonder:
What will become of me?  What will happen to my precious flame?
Life is a paradox O God
I wish it were not so
For life in the eye of a paradox is a puzzling thing
It is a life of tension
Law and freedom
Light and Dark
Giving and receiving
Good and Bad
New and Old
always that tension
that "both and"
and rarely an "either or"
And yet in that beautiful tension
is growth and life
for as we give we receive
and as we learn how to receive we find
a new ability to give

In sinning we learn about forgiveness
In our awareness of our weakness, we also learn of strength
In failure we learn of hope
Life is a paradox oh God, 
thank you that it is so!

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