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 13, 2013

The Dawn Comes Slowly

the dawn comes slowly this day
cloud shrouded sun
cannot break through
the hovering darkness

i can sense 
but not see
the world around me

muted and dulled
it hids within
the folds of gray 
and black

all of life seems dimmer
as if I cannot see
or experience

i have stuffed my soul
so full
of hurt and resentment
fear and guilt

i have filled the space around my heart 
until little can get out
and less get in

and i can no longer touch
essential tenderness
and poignancy

Perhaps it is time
for a little housecleaning

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