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

Monday, April 8, 2013

Its Vegas, baby!

There are people everywhere
gazing at the fountains
staring at the artificial opulence

some with wonderment
some with skepticism
etched on their faces

there are wide people
thin people
clean people
dirty people
people with clothes
people who don't have much left to disclose

some are sober
and sane
well let' just say the jury is out

some seem happy
joyful even
some in love
some in lust

some have faces that are alight
with life
others have faces that 
seem to  reflect
a profound sort of deadness

as this sea of humanity flows through
the palaces of glass
I try to look at them
with eyes
that see the spark of the divine
in each one

somewhere in there
God lives
and rules

somewhere in even the most shattered of vessels
God loves

each of these person is a divine original
and each of them is seen
through the eyes of God
as a prince
or princess
as a precious child
as part of that in which we all participate

may they be respected
and treated kindly and blessed
those dancing women
those laughing men
those silent ones
asleep on the side walk
those bleary ones
staggering to what every is next
those hopeful 
happy ones

each one of them
is part of God
and part of me

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