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, July 21, 2015

This is the time to be slow

“This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.”

                                John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

as in the morning
when the sun has not yet risen
and all is black and gray
and vague

and one feels uncertain
about the ground beneath one’s feet
and gazes cautiously  into
hesitant light

there come times
in life

when one is clad in
the clothes of doubt and uncertainty
and sense of self
flickering weakly

in such moments
guide my steps
O Beloved One

Help me to move slowly
and gently through
the storm
with open heart and open mind
with open soul
until I find again
that place of light
where the air is “kind
and blushed with beginning.”

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