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, April 25, 2013

A prayer for this day

It is the beginning
black turning to gray
faint shapes 
as day dawns
an owl hoots
spring birds
returned at last
sing in the darkness
this is a new day
I can enter it many ways
hands gripped tightly
ready to protect and resist and control
or I can enter it gently
and mind
and heart
and soul open
ready to embrace
the gifts you have to offer
 ready to really see
and hear those you place in my path
ready to feel the breeze
and the warmth of the sun

this day Lord
I am too tired to be tired
too anxious to be anxious
to hopeless
to carry the burden of hopelessness 
on more step

this day
I am going to lay all that down
and walk with the Spirit
and travel light

Thanks :)


*Thanks of course, to Anne Lamott for
her wonderful little book

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