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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



Thursday, July 23, 2015

There comes a blossoming

“May all that is unlived in you blossom into a future graced with love.”
― John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom _________________________________________________


Into the grayness of the early dawn
there comes a blossoming
as warmth of light
melts the darkness

and reveals
the gift of creation

always there
but hidden by
the veil of night

flowers open their arms to the sky
mountains thrust boldly into brightening blue
all creation wakes

into the grayness of our lives
there comes a blossoming
as we awaken to the gifts we hold within

love and grace
generosity and compassion
are always there

woven into the fabric of our being

the warmth of our attention
as we visit sacred places
deep within
melts the darkness

and our souls
blaze
with sacred fire

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