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, July 30, 2014

Fighting the Joy

There are times
do you have them too?
when you feel frigging useless

no matter what role I think of this morning
parent (that’s the big one right now)
pastor (always)
friend (I feel like I have few if any friends)

I feel inadequate
as if my path through life
for 63 years
has led me to a place

where I am pretty much
or perhaps tolerated

does this sound like a pity party?
does to me too
but it doesn’t change the way I feel

so this morning
as the sun burns its way into the sky
the question is this

what do I do different today
the next day?

how can I stir the embers of the sacred within me
so that my sacred self
can shine through the
and layers
and layers
of insecurity and questioning
and failure

accumulated honestly over so many years
and bring back
the spark of life and love
that some where
at some time
burned brightly

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