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

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Good morning, self!

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it's furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.


 Greet each morning
 as a gift
as a chance to start over

after all
is it not the Sacred that insists
that faithfulness
and mercy
are new every morning
We are seen in the eyes of God
as fresh
and new

if we would see ourselves that way as well
we would indeed
be open
for some new delight
ready for that next right choice
that will come our way
a 1000 times 
this day

making choices with open hearts
and fresh souls
seems far preferable
than making those choices
than following the breadcrumbs of God
with hearts burdened
eyes clouded
and souls cluttered


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