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

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Grow, Grow

“According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, “Grow, grow.”
― Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World: A Geography of Faith

Angels watching over me O Lord
Angels watching over me!

as the wind blows
and bends me toward the earth

as age slows my body and my mind

as I drag along
into the new day
old wounds and hurts
old hate

as I stand
weakly rooted in the fabric of the universe
Sacred is calling

be joyful
be loving
be generous

stretch your very being toward the

and grow

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