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, July 8, 2015

A time for Blessing

Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore,
May the relief of laughter rinse through your soul.

As the wind loves to call things to dance,
May your gravity by lightened by grace.

Like the dignity of moonlight restoring the earth,
May your thoughts incline with reverence and respect.

As water takes whatever shape it is in,
So free may you be about who you become.

As silence smiles on the other side of what's said,
May your sense of irony bring perspective.

As time remains free of all that it frames,
May your mind stay clear of all it names.

May your prayer of listening deepen enough
to hear in the depths the laughter of god.”
― John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

it is a time for blessing

not a time for hating
and cursing

not a time for judging
and excluding

not a time to expend our limited
energy on what separates

but a time for blessing

for seeing with the eyes of compassion
for reaching forth
with hearts full
and hands ready to heal

it is a time for listening
to hear not only the cry of the heart
as it issues forth from anguished souls

but for sacred laughter
as it emerges from
a child of God

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