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

Saturday, May 25, 2013


The late snow came
wet and heavy 
it blanketed 
the early blossoming trees
 bending them to its will
and then
it was gone
overwhelmed by spring
its cold grip no match
the emergence of
new life
and yet
its imprint remains
some trees, bent almost to the earth
have sprung back
reaching again
joyfully to the sky
others remain bent
with help
they too will once again stand tall
and proud
like broken on the ground
their green vitality
already shriveling into
brown death
why do some recover
and why for others
does the imprint
of adversity 
or overwhelm?
why too
do some people recover
from those dark
winter moments of the soul
while some 
remain bent
and some
flexibility (openness)
responsiveness (and ability to open up to the healing
that comes from the sun/son)
perhaps there is
no formula
but from those moments that 
would bend and break
deliver us O God
or send us One
send us one
who can help us
reach once more
for the sky

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