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, February 3, 2015

Grateful Eyes

My friend is struggling
he tells me,
after all, as he often says, I am one of those “holy guys”,
that he is praying

He says he is praying

for patience, healing strength, grace, love
so many things

"Am I missing anything" he asks

and then it hit me
what I at least I am often missing,

my eyes are often full of the difficulties
things that aren't "just so"
the irritants
the things that cause pain...
and in the midst of all that
my eyes do not see

the gifts!

The beauty of the blue sky
the gentle coolness of a breeze on a hot day
the smell of fresh cut juniper
the gift of being wonderfully connected with a friend
the gift of love given
and received

the amazing sensation of cold water
going down a parched throat
the amazing white of  freshly fallen snow

seeing the gifts of the Sacred
as they come

no, things may not always be the way we want them
no, not everything resolves into solutions,
or endings we like

but still
we can have grateful eyes
and our souls can smile
even if the smile is at times

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