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

Friday, February 22, 2013

Letting Go

Piece by piece
The debris
The flotsam
Goes into the fire

A quick toss
And then the hungry flames
Flairing, roaring

Licking the needles off the branches
Quickly, crackling
And then more slowly
Eating away at the heart wood
Slowly consuming

And then with the power
Of self-made wind
Taking what was
And sending it skyward
Sparkling smoke
Into the far reaches
Of the sky
And free

Piece by piece
I feed the debris of my life
My failures
Relationships that were
But are no more

Slowly I feed them
Into the hot fire of divine love
Believing that the fire of the Spirit
Can transform them
And send them skyward
Into the vast expanse
Of God’s love

Twirling freely
Sparkling smoke

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