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

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Our Job is to Love

“Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody's business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy.”
― Thomas Merton


O Beloved
it is cold outside
a wasteland
that is stilled
by the magnitude of its
frozen nature

even that which normally
and moves
is stiff and brittle

O Beloved
do not allow my heart to become
such a place
love cannot flourish and grow

this day may I simply love
may I radiate
and may those I meet

unfold and bloom
in the warmth
of Your sacred affection

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