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, July 26, 2015

Saints Abound

“The pale flowers of the dogwood outside this window are saints. The little yellow flowers that nobody notices on the edge of that road are saints looking up into the face of God.”
― Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours

there are saints everywhere
the flowers and the trees

the birds that welcome me in the morning

horses who nicker a welcome
across the fence

and the deer nibbling my flowers


grand children who laugh
and snuggle
definitely saints

daughters and sons
wives and husbands

all creation
all the souls in our lives
who lift us up
and reveal to us
the face of God


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