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 1, 2015

The Rain Must Fall

the rain falls
sprinkling the parched earth
first a drop
landing in the dust
then gone

then drops pelting the earth
until it shines
with the tears of heaven

leaves glisten
and the air is pungent with the smell
of life

the breeze quickens
clean dampness
cutting through the heaviness
of hot
drought laden air

all is new
and we dance joyously

then the rain is gone
the sun beats down
and all is once again
and the dust once again roils beneath our feet

O Sacred one
we do not need a touch of Sacred presence
mere showers of blessing

the rain must fall
'til we are permeated

by living water

until the deep places
are once again
touched by your love and grace

and our souls
are fresh
and clean

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