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

Saturday, November 8, 2014

All Creation Sings

slowly the sun rises
pink orange brilliance
splashing the sky
with a lavish hand

in the dawning day
a dog barks
cows call to their babies

klock klock
the woodpecker on the old cottonwood
creates a jazz rhythm
while the magpies screech like demented saxophones

somewhere deep within the firs
the turkeys gobble

and down the road horses

all creation sings
a Sacred song

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