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

Silence is deafening

silence is deafening

there is something special about being connected with another
to have them there
on the the other end
of that invisible bridge
that binds us one to another
across that bridge
come many things

Some are not pleasant
And yet across that bridge
that tether
come love, and hope
sometimes even faith
sometimes even God

that connection is 
feed and nurtured
by sharing
of time, and energy
love and talk

but sometimes
there is silence
and when the tether still exists
that silence is deafening

it is like
or love
or someone we are tied to by history or heart
has simply hung up
and there we are
still on the line
listening to the crackling silence

it may be death
or merely a rendering that feels like death
that leaves us hanging there

in that silence may I hear
the still small voice 
of God
and know that I am not alone

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