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, October 21, 2014

Compassion is joy

“Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It's the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too. ”
― Frederick Buechner

they sat on the bench
two old souls
wrinkled by the sun
baked brown by the heat

even in the heat of Southern California
they bore the weight of coats
several sizes too large

they were surrounded by bags
dozens of them scattered on the side walk
and stacked between them
a fortification courtesy of Walmart and Safeway

one eagerly tore at rolls rescued from
a dumpster death
eating eagerly


she seemed to notice for the first time
her beleaguered neighbor
then without a word
she passed a roll across
the wall that divided

eyes and hands touched
and they both

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