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

Friday, April 26, 2013

On a 40th reunion

here we gather
it has been a long journey
for all of us
we have wandered through
this thing called life
and we wear the journey
no life journey is ultimately easy
along the way
life happens
all our gifts and abilities
all our planning cannot protect us from everything
from failure
from wanderings into the wasteland
friends and spouses die
marriages fail
sickness comes
we make mistakes
but here we are
not the same
and yet the same
faces that seem not to have changed at all
faces that seem to be merely
a vague memory 
of that young student 40 years past
we are wider, mostly
shorter (yes we do shrink with age)
some of us are pretty much what we had planned to be
when we walked away from this special place
so long ago
some of us have wandered far
from those original dreams
but here we are
and the bonds forged during those brief years
so many years ago
and the lessons learned
and the wounds endured
in the 40 years since
draw us together into a place
that cannot be described
but only experienced
as we greet each other
exchange hugs, and stories
exchange ourselves
and find solace
in each other 

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