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 11, 2013

Holy Laughter

How did those priests ever get so serious
and preach all that gloom?

I don’t think God tickled them yet
Beloved – hurry
                                St. Teresa of Avila


We seem to become such
dour creatures in your name

our faith
is somber because
we have loaded it down with so much
shame and guilt

we take on such weight
and then all too freely pass it on

remind us O Sacred One
of grace
and love

may each moment of sunilight
each bit of glistening snow
each cloud
each tree
each smile

lighten our hearts
and tickle our souls

and bring
to our lips

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