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Arthur Darby Nock

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Dour Servants of God, Loosen up!

What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?

The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God

And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move

That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, “I Surrender!”

Whereas, my dear,
I am afraid you still think
You have a thousand serious moves.”
                             Hāfez, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy
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loosen up
O
dour servants of God

the frozen chosen
those whose heads are full of rules
and rights and wrongs
busy sorting and judging

those who see a “war” on their faith
everywhere they look
and are convinced
that without them God will not survive

there are no moves left
that need to be made

the Dancing God
is joyfully present
in babies and carpenters
in saints and sinners
in you and I

pulling us into the vortex of
swirling love
irresistible and irrational
grace full

dragging us into joy
so that

we are too busy
laughing

to take ourselves seriously
anymore

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