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

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Enough is enough

“How kind is weariness sometimes! It is like the Father's hand laid a little heavy on the heart to make it still.”
― George MacDonald

In the midst of our great strivings

as we labor
and on and on and one

a profound tiredness hits our soul
and we feel somehow separated from the world

a bit detached
as if a huge spiritual bandage
is wrapped around us like a cocoon

a thing lay of fatigue

and so head buzzing
we sit
implement in hand
be it computer or mower or shovel

and sit

and listen to the bird sing
and the bee buzz
and the wind rattle the aspens

held fast to inactivity
but the gentle hand of the sacred

which gently whispers


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