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, October 18, 2015

Lost in God

What am I? Set down
like this in such immensity,
fragrant as a meadow,
moved by each passing breeze.

Calling out, yet fearful
that my call will be heard,
and destined to be drowned
in another's life              
                             Rilke (Woman in Love)

it is
to participate in Sacred
in such immensity

devastating perhaps
as one is overwhelmed
and becomes lost

in such amazing love

I can but cry out
“here I am, I am yours

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