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

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Holding Hands

Of a great need
We are all holding hands
And climbing.

Not loving is a letting go.
The terrain around here
Far too

the road is not always smooth
not all paths lead
to places of beauty or comfort

we slip and slide through life
navigating a tortured terrain
marred by death
and illness
bad choices and failure

O there is beauty too
moments that take our breath away and make our hearts sing

how powerful
in moments of sadness or of joy
to reach out
and find a hand to hold

to find love
both Sacred and human

in this life
we should all
be holding hands

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