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, September 8, 2015

The art of Transfiguration

Spirituality is art of transfiguration
                                John O’Donohue, Anam Cara, p. 57

Ah, so many people
who say they stand on sacred space

so many people who claim
to know the mind of God

who pound a book of versus
and throw its words like missiles
at the hearts and souls of others

so many people who judge and condemn
who strive do what they cannot do
what no one can do

exclude other’s from the love of God

so many people who spout hate

and then rigid, cold, passionless
hateful, harsh people

exalt themselves as God’s saviors

I think they have it wrong

perhaps the sacred place
is on the street with the homeless
in line at the soup kitchen

perhaps the one who stands for God
is the one who feeds the hungry
clothes the naked
welcomes the refugee
comforts the afflicted

Perhaps the one who stand for God
is the one who is
accepting, compassionate
generous, inclusive

perhaps those who have it right
are those who know that they are saved
made open

by Sacred Presence, by Spirit

Perhaps the ones who have it right know
that they do not need to stand up for God
(for God can take care of God)
but that they need to stand with God
in the midst of a hurting

and thus all
are lifted up

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