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

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Do not lose heart

“This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.”
― John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

Another day
More bad news

More hate
More killing
More lies
More injustice

Such bitter weather

And in the midst of the storm
We hesitate, lost
Confused and wondering

The words of the prophets
Those voices from many places, many races, many creeds

All echoing the same refrain

“This is not the way it should be!”
This is NOT the way it should be

Ah, how well we know
The terrible truth

And yet
There is too a beautiful truth
which reverberates in our souls

It can be different
It will be different

A time will come
When every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be made low, and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough ways made smooth;

A time will come
When Sacred will rule
When the earth will be filled with holiness

And so we struggle
And fear
And wait
And wait, and wait

But as we wait we let the Sacred grow
First within us
We hold fast to what is good
We remain generous
And hopeful
Forgiving and loving

And if we do
If enough of us do

The time with come
When the “air will be kind,
And blushed with beginning”

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