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

Monday, July 16, 2012

Traveling Light

I thought I had stripped down
To only the essentials

A slightly portly
Aging man
Looking much like
A marshmallow on toothpicks

Ready to dance in the rain
Or at least cavort in the sprinklers
with baggy shorts and spindly legs

But alas

The lightness isn’t there
I carry things in my heart
I cling to things
My soul
That have weight

And keep me earth bound
And still my dancing feet

Lord help me to
Travel light

No comments:

Post a Comment