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

Friday, January 16, 2015

God's caress

“The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.”
― E.E. Cummings
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in the growing light
as blackness turns to blue grey
the snow falls softly
as I wander to the barn
my feet make a crooked path
and I am amazed at how many have
danced before me
in the darkness
deer and quail
turkeys and even a stray fox
have left their mark
and still the snow softly falls
God’s gentle caress

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