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

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

God is

as I do every morning
sipping coffee
watching the day emerge from the darkness of night
watching the one
brilliant spot of light
and multiple
until the green of the field is 
dappled with joy
seeing the blossoms
gently dance
in a gentle breeze
and the mother deer
carefully edging through the tree
with her baby
ah, no
with two babies
 stopping to let have a morning snack
watching the mighty hunter
calico coat ablaze
stalk the quail 
who are almost as big as she
looking up through soaring trees
to a sky that is
so blue
God is

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