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

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Touched by the Light

Early morning
the mountain looms
framed by a sky
suggesting blue
but not yet
kissed by the sun
and so unwakened
only hints at the brilliance to come

vagueness and grayness 
the blackness of rock and trees
the white of snow

and then
as if the Sacred had reached out his hand
and with just the tip of his finger
gently touched
a point of light
kisses the most
jagged and broken part

and the slumbering mountain
comes to life
as the grayness 
is transformed to
pure white
and variegated greens
and pinks
and yellows
the touch
the merest touch of God's love
is enough
to change everything

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