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, May 10, 2015

Light Poured

Lifts its glass to the sun
And light – light is poured….

I lift my heart to God
And grace is poured


gold is everywhere
in the sky
shattering the gray
to reveal the brilliant blue

racing through the trees
painting streaks
of glittering brilliance along the ground

setting grass on fire
shimmering, glittering on water

life and warmth poured
transforming all in its path

so too Sacred love
floods through the dark night of the soul
life and warmth

empty cups
filled to overflowing

spilling forth
in abundance


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