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, December 5, 2012

On Becoming a Fanatic

The shape of night, the shape of day, the shape of color, the shape of us?
What holds all this?
Who made this miraculous mold and then too, cast everything>
Imagine the form that poured all forms, and then try to conceive the Being
That whittled out the holy Spirit from a single thought that took over the Inconceivable.....

An Atheist would not last long in front of my Beloved, as soon as His lips touched theirs,

we could have one more religious fanatic to deal with.

The pink glow of the sun
as it pokes its head above the horizon
and kisses the
white of the mountains with color

the startling blue of a winter sky
the complexity of a snow flake
the caress of gentle breeze

the beauty of a granddaughters smile
and the hug of a son

the smell of fir
and the sparkle of a Christmas tree

the smile of a beloved

all the gifts
that come from the heart of God
are like a kiss

God, I am your biggest fan!
Does that make me a fanatic?

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