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 9, 2014

Lent 31 - continuous resurrection

“There is this difference between the growth of some human beings and that of others: in the one case it is a continuous dying, in the other a continuous resurrection.”
George MacDonald, The Princess and Curdie

Every time night falls
part of me wonders, will there be a dawn

every time I fail
part of me wonders, can I pick myself up,
one- more – time?

every time a relationship ends
part of me wonders, will love ever be birthed again

every time joy dies, and sadness comes
when love vanishes, and the bile of hate burns

every time I die to some thing
and I die and die and die again
a part of me is willing to believe
that this
is all

so too the beaten and battered ones
on that Friday
when Jesus died

they must have felt as if nothing
would ever be ok

and yet
out of death life came

and so
out of failure, a fresh start
out of pain, cleansing and hope
out of every ending
every death


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