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

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Where, O Where, Is Love?

“Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

believe in love
not just any love

but that love which we cannot truly understand
that love which just “is”
and in which we all participate

that love which permeates the world
and us, and in which we
“live and breathe and have our being”

yes we can deny it
and behave in ways that
(from our limited perspective) should negate it

we can wander far from ‘the path’
into the wasteland
that place of barren emptiness
or into deep, tangled, jungle like
wildernesses of our own making

we can, perhaps
lose all sense of this love

but this love is the Sacred
and it is woven into our very being

it is always, always there
and we can never (I believe) totally deny it
we can always, always
find it

sometimes this love may seem
like that last precious spark
which we must nurture, and gently guard
until it bursts in to flame once more

but the divine spark
cannot be eradicated

well hidden?


most of us have done this at one moment or another
and we see people who seem to be quite adept
at hiding the divine love

(just look at their lives, so devoid of love and compassion
 so full of hate and greed, and a lust for power)

but there is a love and blessing
we cannot step outside of

we cannot step outside it
and neither can “they”

for the danger is not merely
that we will fail to believe this about ourselves
but that we will fail to believe it about
those around us
whom we would rather hate and fear

O Sacred One!
Lessons to be learned
Lessons to be learned

Teach us we pray!
Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast.
                                           Psalm 139

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