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, August 5, 2012

Another Day, Another shooting

We are so careless Lord
with our words
our faces
our minds

We speak words of hate
We tell lies
Spread fear
nurture the fire of antagonism
our faces reflect what is in our heart
our minds are full of fear
and greed
and selfishness
And so we talk about "them'
those Muslims
those immigrants
those homosexuals
as if they are not people
not really
we rob them of their faces
their humanity
their divinty
and sometimes 
the seeds we plant (yes, I am talking about Westboro Baptist, Michelle Bachmann and more)
they bear fruit
And some one picks up a gun
and people die
and people cry
and you
Oh Lord
You cry too!

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