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, December 21, 2013

Advent - the animals

Shall hog with holy child converse?

Jesus dear
I lumber near

You may yank my tail
pull my ear.

I’ll make you a small
silk purse
                                Norma Faber

they clamber around my feet
protesting life
demanding scraps
of chicken and affection
cats being cats

the early canter to the fence
snow covered beasts
ready to nuzzle for an alfalfa treat
and a few flakes of hay
mares and gelding alike
each gently sorting themselves
behind the pasture queen (Sadie)

in the woods the deer sneak along
ready to share the feast
emerging cautiously to nibble warily
at the edges of the hay

the quail waddle through the snow
leaving a trail
as they joyful gather
beneath the feeders
where sunflower seeds dot the whitened ground

invisible an owl
hoots as
the winter sun struggles into the frozen sky

ah the communion
of the woods
as this strange gathering of creatures
weaves their lives together with mine
to create a tapestry of
affection and acceptance
a tapestry of life

where all are valued
and sustenance is given
and shared

here in some small way
the lion and the lamb lay down

in this mystical web
of inter-dependency

so too the animals
the hog, the ass, the cow
the chicken, the donkey
perhaps a camel too

gathered around the
bed of the sacred child
a community of need and love

so too

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