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, July 1, 2013

Seeing our Loveliness

. . . Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering . . .
the long perfect loveliness of sow.
— Galway Kinnell (from “Saint Francis and the Sow”)


 This day
O Lord
As we try so hard
To blur the image of the sacred in us
By what we say and do

As we rush
And and work our way
Empty places

This day
Remind us O Lord
By your gentle touch
of the long perfect
you created us to be

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