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, February 6, 2014


bitter cold
bites at my face
as darkly
I wander
through the fresh snow

which like a crystalline blanket
smooth and frozen
lightly glistening

its perfect smoothness
broken only by
the footprints
of those
who have past
though the darkness

to some destination deep with the hovering trees

a deer and another and another
a rabbit perhaps
ah, the cat!

quick little quail prints
zigging and zagging en-mass
a turkey perhaps
or a wayward owl

I see them and smile
liking my companions on this journey

we leave footprints,
we do,
we creatures of the darkness
we leave footprints
as we wander toward the light

it is something to remember

may our footprints be light
and gentle
and may
they bring a smile
when someone crosses our
wandering path

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