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

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Rain in time of Drought

“Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
                Mary Oliver
the ground glistens
flowers and grass
tired and bowed
lift their heads
and square their shoulders
brash again
brilliant purple and yellow clarion

the stream sings
with renewed delight

birds fluff their feather
in joyful affront

rain in a time

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