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, May 20, 2013

Another Monday Morning

the clouds hover
hugging the ground
tears of life
in the gray stillness

the day is silent and dreary
the mountain is hidden
in muted obscurity 
behind the stolid haze
and yet
in the filtered rays
of the sun
which must be there
the rich green
of nourished grass
and the regal purple
of iris'
a doe
wanders through the meadow
the quail
as she makes her way
gently through the abundance
 of spring
Thank you God
that even in moments when
life seems a bit dark
and closed in
there is still beauty
to be seen
and life begins again
each morning
each moment

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