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

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