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, August 12, 2014

No greater Pain, no greater Love

“nothing can separate us
                from the love of God”


we live lives of quiet
and not so quiet pain

there is pain behind the angry crowds
rioting in the streets
over the death of another young man

there is pain etched in the face of the father
holding his shattered child
as war and chaos rage

there is pain in the bowed head of the young woman
shamed by the church

there is pain woven into the fabric of the one
who cannot help
but use a drug
or alcohol
to numb that pain

there is pain in the child
who angry
lashes out at everyone and everything

but there is also pain hidden behind smiles
and laughter

pain has no respect
for power, or wealth, or success

pain is

the sacred one is in our pain
seeking to find a way to walk with us 
along that tortured path to a place of peace

the sacred one is there
as we seek to escape
to cope
as we seek some way, any way
to escape

the sacred one is there when joy breaks through
but also there
when the path seems to lead nowhere
but into deeper darkness

the sacred one is there
as we choose life

and if we reach a place when we believe we can no longer choose life?
what then?

I believe there may be no greater pain for the Sacred
than when people choose death
whether that death be that of another
or their own

but even then


When desperation wins
even in that moment we are loved
through that moment
and beyond

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