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

Saturday, March 30, 2013

In the Silence

early morning
in that eerie
on the edge between darkness and dawn
I walk
smelling the 
and the trees
seeing vaguely the world around me
feeling the softness
of decay beneath my feet
 feeling the cold breath of early dawn

this day is not yet born
the day past
is still heavy on my mind

it is hard to grab hold of the promise
of what might be

it is a difficult time
this silent time
in between

Lord what must it have been like
for your followers
that day
with the darkness of the cross behind them
and the 
rising of the son
yet to come

what must it have been like
in the silence?


perhaps Lord
for you know us well
there is a purpose to this "empty" space

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