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, December 24, 2012

Manger Talk on Christmas Eve

There it lies
a wrinkled bit of flesh
squalling into the night
the delight of his mother's 

but to us
just a baby
just that pink
and squalling mess

that baby in a manger
so common

and yet

lying there in that trough
made for feeding

do we not see glimmers of some truth
that he may be more than we see
or understand

that he may be
food for the world
that he might become
bread broken
and wine poured

sustenance for us
for me

what I need to live

He is the Way
Follow Him through the Land of Unlikeness;
You will rare beasts, and have unique adventures
He is the Truth
Seek Him in the Kingdom of Anxiety
you will come to a great city
that has expected your return for years.
He is the Life
Love Him in the World of the Flesh;
And at your marriage all its occasions shall dance for joy.
                                                          W.H. Auden

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