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, December 11, 2012


Stubbing my toe hurts
Breaking my favorite glass hurts
Losing a pet hurts
Feeling you made a mistake hurts
Feeling unappreciated
or used

There are many kinds of pain
Some are swift
and strong
pounding our bodies
and leaving us grabbing for our Aleve

which sometimes alieves
or perhaps relieves
some pain sneaks its way 
into our aging bones
and wakes us up at night
Some pain sneaks its way into our minds
and souls
and suddenly
without really knowing why
we are sad
Ah but that pain that comes when we love someone
Pain is porportional
The more we love, the deeper that love
the more the possibility of pain
 We love people that hurt us, and hurt people that love us.
And that is just the way it is
I have sat recently with friends who have lost loves
people they have been with for over 40 years
I have sat with friends who are watching one they love
slowly move on
into that next stage of life we call death
and there is pain
great pain
and a part of me says, "Isn't that wonderful'
Isn't it wonderful that they loved each other enough
that it matters
that parting is something they regret
that brings pain
would not the greater pain
be not caring
having it not matter?
All of us needs someone
in this life
who would miss us
when we are gone

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