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

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Plugged into the Infinite

The sun rises
day breaks
coffee brews
the day unfolds

Sometimes coffee is not enough
its a new day
but why doesn't it feel new?

Sometimes the road does indeed
seem to stretch on forever

twisting its dry dusty way
through the rocks and 
of an endless desert

More meetings
another client
more fear
and hurt
and pain
to be faced

where does it come from
the love 
the comfort
the hope
we need
we need to give?

Some times it helps
to be plugged into the Infinite
For just as the branch cannot bear any fruit unless it shares the life of the vine, so you can produce nothing unless you go on growing in me. I am the vine itself, you are the branches. It is the man who shares my life and whose life I share who proves fruitful. For the plain fact is that apart from me you can do nothing at all.

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