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

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christmas 2013

Good News; but if you ask me what it is, I know not;
It is a track of feet in the snow,
It is a lantern showing a path
It is a door set open
                                CK Chesterton


To us this day
a child is born
a child given

a gift
eagerly unwrapped
and held gently in our hands

we gaze
at the wonder of Word made flesh
we rejoice in the richness
of Sacred love freely given

a gift given and received

God revealed
God concealed

The mystery of Grace

now the unending journey begins
a way followed

to the Center
where the child of light
in the darkness

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