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, April 3, 2014

Lent 26 - little deaths, little resurrections

“The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it - the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.”
― George MacDonald, The Seaboard Parish

dying again
and rising again

life is full of little deaths

each day we fold into darkness
and we fold into sleep
our day gone
it is finished

that day which itself is full
of little deaths

those moments when
it is finished
when we have failed
or simply come to the end
of a relationship
a task
to the end of vision
or energy

there are many moments that feel
like death
like darkness

but never is the end the end
the are indeed moments of completeness
and in that completeness
we find joy, sometimes
and darkness, sometimes

but always each death
each moment of completeness is merely
a moment of transition
to what is next
and new
each failure bursts into new beginnings
each night into the birth of a new day
each death
into life

bring it on
O Creator God
whatever is next!

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