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 16, 2014

Worn into beauty

“Grief ends up giving you the two best things: softness and illumination.”
 Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith

the pebble rests
gently in my palm

smooth and worn by its journey down
from the heights to this low place

no longer sharp
and wounding
but comfortable and comforting

polished by affliction
its inner beauty shining from
its depths

so too
the worn and beautiful

who have borne grief

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