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, February 6, 2013

That God would Speak

Startling dawns with
thrusting mountains
kissed by the pink hues of
a lightening sky

Golden sunsets
as trees
grand silhouettes 
frame the golden
and fiery descent of the sun

a doe peaking around a tree
wondering who dare
disturb the quiet of her
and safe place

an eagle soaring
magic on wings
circling its kingdom
in solitary splendor

Mara, eyes alight
with the fire of
new life
and unquenchable curiosity
an old woman
bent by time and grief
and yet
still full of fire
and compassion
These are sights 
so beautiful
that i expect God to speak

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