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, June 16, 2015

Sacred was talking

Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.”
― Madeleine L'Engle, Swiftly Tilting Planet

Sacred was talking this morning
through brilliant sun
chattering birds

through the breeze in the pines
and the fragrance of grace

through the coolness of the breeze
and the warmth
of golden rays

Sacred was talking through
dancing calves
and stolid cows

through deer lightly leaping
and the slick red fox

Sacred was talking
through the killdeer
who accompanied me
guiding me along my way

Sacred was talking

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