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Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Alone

And then You are here, 
the one who sired every world,
flooding my every crevice, every pour, dissolving
any wound of loneliness, satisfying

every desire.......
                                   RUMI


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In the darkness
of early morning I sit
encased in the loneliness that comes with dark and quiet
thinking of the One
 
the creator of the universe
that week in Jerusalem
cries of praise quickly dimming
 
alone
in the midst of hate, and fear and misunderstanding
alone with his knowledge
of what would be
 
alone 
in the dust of the streets
the broken rubble of tables
the anger of the money changers

alone among the grasping hands
reaching for him
wanting
taking

alone 

going through those moments 
leading to that moment
when he would cry
God!
Why have you left me....
alone
on this cross

going through those moments
so i would never have to be
alone

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