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Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Monday, September 16, 2013

They visited me again

They visited me again last night
the faces of those
whom I should have visited
those I have not supported the way I should
those people I feel I have let down

They visited me again last
the thoughts of failure
the negative ruminations
that sometimes seem like my only companions

They visited me again last night
the concerns about the future
the regrets about the past

breathe Stephen
breathe

my breath
it is still there
I breathe in
I breathe out

Breathe

Sacred breath is still there
I breathe God

there at the core
where I go

to catch my breath

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