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, July 25, 2012

Kiss me, now!

Hey beloved [God], my soul is a raging volcano of love for you!
You’d better start kissing me, or else!

You are so amazing
You love us with the love of a passionate love
And all you ask

Is that we love you back

Perhaps our problem is we don’t really know how to love
Not very well

We are seekers

We demand and complain
And expect

And seldom
And respect
And give

We seldom even ask for what we need
Instead we send indirect clues
And hopes
And then resent it when
We do not get what we think we want….

We are not very good lovers Lord
Of you
Or of those whom you have placed in our lives
Or of those you have simply put in our paths

Lord, teach us to love!

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