I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Dancing in the Sprinklers
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.”
― Rumi
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we are called
called by the wild Spirit
called by the voices in the wilderness
called by the stars
called by the mountains
called by the Sacred One
called to live
to be ecstatically
joyfully
children of the Most High
we are called to dance
and spin and leap
dance in our jeans in the middle of the hayfield
dance in our robes in the sanctuary
dance in our suits on the gray pavement of the
city
it does not matter who we are
or rather
what this world has made us
we are all the naked child
dancing in the sprinkler on a hot summer day
laughing
hands lifted high
whirling
twirling
this requires only one thing!
that we kiss the Sacred as she flies
that in the power of that act of love
by which we bind ourselves to God
we die to all the definitions
pretentions
all the definitions
with which we have clothed ourselves
bound ourselves
all these years
dying is scary
but it is the only way
to be born as a child of God
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