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, May 12, 2015

Something Divine Happens

Children can easily open the drawer

That lets the spirit rise up and wear
Its favorite costume of
Mirth and laughter

When the mind is consumed with
Remembrance of
The Sacred

Something divine happens to the

Shapes the hand and tongue
And eye into
The word

ah the children
calves and foals
kittens and puppies
the tiny quail that scurry after their mother


joy unbound
mirth released

ah the child
that little guy
who free from the grasp of his mother
speeds up the aisle to the front of the sanctuary
where he plops
cookie in hand
and nibbles at the foot of the cross

we are the children of God
called to be childlike (not childish)
called to lay down
our old souls and become young again
in the presence
of the Sacred mother/father

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