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, April 30, 2014

grace comes to us unawares

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon?
― Rumi

grace comes to us unawares
not so much
in moments crafted
to rouse our souls

not in the words of preachers
or the soaring songs of faith

but in the crisp air of morning,
in a sunrise muted
by clarity of sky,

and in the sound
carried through the silence of dawn
of joyful dogs

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

An Ocean of God

passion pray
with passion make love
with passion eat and drink and dance and play
why look like a dead fish
in this ocean

with a body
still buzzing with sleep
and feet like clay
I move into my day

I glance indifferently
as the first rays of sunlight
streak through the woods

my schedule is full
and my soul is fouled
and energy is gone

even the magic elixir
the brown black magic
of coffee cannot
this day
arouse me
to much more than indifference

and yet
and yet
the sun shoots its gold through the trees
the gray sky dissolves into brilliant blue

the day is full of the Sacred

it is time to breathe
maybe dance on the porch
and celebrate the day

there is an ocean of God out there

Monday, April 28, 2014

Old Photo

Old photos
pass across my screen
digitized memories
of place and people
I one knew

faces familiar
and yet not familiar
young faces grown old
faces long gone
their presence just a memory

are all there

so too community
and love

good people
caring people
the people who shaped my life
and made me who I am
for better or for worse
but mostly for better

there is nothing quite like a picture
to bring to life the way the Sacred works

to illustrate compassion and grace
the family