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

Friday, July 27, 2012

It was a day

Sometimes Lord
I think you have a really warped sense of humor

I started today
a little frayed at the edges

and it was day
full of death
and goodbyes

full of incredible hurt
and pain

people who wondered whether
you even exist
for if you existed 
how could life be so unfair?
It was a day to think
to listen
a day for compassion
a day to look inside
and wonder
to look at my own stuff
and be humbled
at how wounded this 
healer is
and yet
at the end of the day
there are the mountains
the sun
the trees waving in the breeze
the brilliance of black eyed Susan's
a mother doe
with twins
it was a day

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